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A Rose is but a rose-

With Thorns that Prick-

It causes Blood to Run-

And Tears to drip-



A sign of pure Beauty-

But Never-of a Word-

Is Only Pedal deep-

That floats down to the Earth-



A Rose is only the Word-

When pedals Cease to Stand-

And rays of Sun Shine on Them-

And they begin to Bend-



This simple rose is now Another-

it still has Thorns-so sharp-

But Blossomed pedals sit upon it-

No longer in the Dark.