 | Lamia's Winter-Quarters |  |
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[‘Roses crimson, roses white]
‘Roses crimson, roses white,Deadly pale or lovely blushing,
Both in love with May at sight,
And their maiden blood is rushing
To and fro in hope to hide
Tumult it but thus discloses.
Bring the Bridegroom to the Bride!
Everywhere are roses, roses.’
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