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| ����������������� The Rose Close your eyes and imagine the world's Most perfect object The sweet aromatic scent of it fragrance The silky softness of its petals The leather-like waxiness of its leaves The silent strength of its stem Gently yielding only to the wind And tell me what do you have Cas Enterprises 294 |
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