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Edith Nesbit - In The Rose Garden
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RED roses bright, pink roses and white 
    That bud and blossom and fall; 
The very sight of my heart`s delight 
    Is more than worth them all! 
Is worth far more than the whole sweet store 
    That ever a garden grew-- 
She plucked the best to die at her breast, 
    But it laughed and it bloomed anew! 


The red rose lay at her lips to-day, 
    And flushed with the joy thereof; 
She said a word that the white rose heard, 
    And the white rose paled with love. 
But the west wind blows, and my lady goes, 
    And she leaves the world forlorn; 
And every rose that the garden grows, 
    Might just as well be a thorn!
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