Rose
Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight;
amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love.
Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight;
amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love.
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amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love.
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