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Your roses are fair.
Fair as the meadow.
And warm, spring morn’s.
Your roses are fair.
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Your petals are soft.
Soft as spring breezes.
And lithe – dove-like.
Your roses are delight.
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Your eyes are as night.
Night shades in carmine.
And is petal-ed by love.
Your roses are fine.
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Fine, as the depth of my
love to thee thine…