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Rose Be Not Proud
Rose Be Not Proud
Rose be not proud of those petals
Which with wind dance and rustle
Nor you be proud of that prickly thorn
Which in ruptured heart blows the horn
When as that smile you wear
Comes from your lips sheer
Will last to be a fascinating shower
When all fragrance gone and memories hover
Rose be not proud of those petals
Which with wind dance and rustle
Nor you be proud of that prickly thorn
Which in ruptured heart blows the horn
When as that smile you wear
Comes from your lips sheer
Will last to be a fascinating shower
When all fragrance gone and memories hover
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Rose Be Not Proud
Rose Be Not Proud
