The Summer Rose
'Tis be the sweet smell
Of Rose blossoms that so
Fill this young nose.
Oh, such a sweet smell on
A summer's day, as the Sun
Journeys across the sky.
And the Rose, she be the herald
Of life, death, and rebirth.
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