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The Rose.
The Rose is a beautiful flower,It holds up its elegant head
Above all the rest in the bower,
And has a sweet scent when 'tis dead.
The lilly is fair, and white;
Blue is the sweet Belvidere,
And others are passingly bright,
But none with the rose can compare.
A beautiful blue is the violet,
Round, and white is the snowball;
But love when you send me a boquet,
O do let a rose crown them all!
There is many a beautiful flower,
That bears a sweet scent to the nose,
But of all that grow in the bower,
I love the sweet smell of the rose.
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