The Rose
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Jan Oskar Hansen
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The Rose
I was born a beautiful flower
Up my stem a mouse climbed
To inhale my scent and sleep
In the centre of my rose bud
Alas, the raven knows of no
Beauty I was an innocent ruse
Stealing the beauty of sleep
And in my feeling of freshness
Self-indulgent kiss like words
I saw nothing untoward
I should have seen.
We roses are too beautiful
To be political revolutionary
A rose uproar in Portugal
It was quickly strangled by
Social democracy
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