Simple Rose Flower
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Simple rose
How to spell?
And tell
About my feelings
Under the influence
It was no magic
But music
Magnificent air
Echoing in ears
I was losing ground
With feet not feeling sound
Just submitting to lust
But after all it was must
I shall not call it error
But timely honor
To have acceded
And conceded
I look back at past
And last
With so much of happiness
It was just shining face
I was simple rose
With cross
In mind
To really find
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