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Precious Rose
Precious Rose,
You were planted in this time to bloom
To emit your precious, rare perfume in life's living room.
Not to be imprisoned, in a brutal tomb of doom.
Precious rose, where is your colors flush?
You were never designed to have your petals crushed.
Nor to be pushed, dragged or punched.
Precious rose,
You are the Master Gardener's prize.
Some tried to rename you, shame you, maim you and make you cry.
They have blinded eyes,
They don't know your value.
This is undeniably true
But the question is, do you?
