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I met a rose, she blossomed

I met a rose, she blossomed

And the fragrance was full,

I’m ready to rip this rose,

But I was afraid of her thorns.

And early in the morning I entered the garden,

But I did not find this rose,

Oh, rose, rose – I cried out,

Why did not I tear you off. …..

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Written by Olga N

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