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Pressing a bouquet of rose to my chest I come down the stair when the cloud, The wind and the stream are at rest The day was calm and mostly cool A drop of rain slid down my cheek Leaving a trail as if left from a spool You sent an aroma of love into the air Standing at the window while carelessly You tend bunch of your unkempt hair Hoping you would throw a glance And give a smile for the gift of rose My heart began to skip and dance You turned away closing the door behind Though my heart spilled love for you You seemed for it careless and blind I will come here tomorrow morn With a bunch of fresh roses with stalks To ask you to choose a rose or a thorn