A single flow`r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet - One perfect rose. I knew the language of the floweret; `My fragile leaves,` it said, `his heart enclose.` Love long has taken for his amulet One perfect rose. Why is it no one ever sent me yet One perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it`s always just my luck to get One perfect rose.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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