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The beauty of the Rose
Is that it never knows
The colours that unfold
In the eye that beholds
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But grows towards the light
Without the joy of sight
She lives for beauties sake
And gives more than she takes
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She leaves much more behind
Than Man will ever find
And is forever one
With the stars, rain and sun
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For the clouds of the sky
Will tell her no lies
The shadows on the fields
Will bring her no ills
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She never feels the cold
Or needs the skill to hold
More than this moment now
And never wonders how
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The mighty wind does blow
Or the great rivers flow
But is part of the whole
That is forever so.
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Infinity an oil painting on canvas
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