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Flower beds.

To those of orange, and of red; with little thorn's
in flower beds,

The sweet aroma, scented heart, could not tell each rose apart,

Each rose' of beauty, for the eyes -  light upon them, shining skies,

A simple gesture, or a breath, makes lovely passing - in one's death.

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