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Roses are signs of love,
Petals fall like a soaring dove,
Roses are silent and carefree,
They grow, Bloom for you and for me.
Roses begin to take life in the spring
When all the birds begin to sing.
As the many seasons go by,
It seems it withers, then it dies.
But the Love it gives, remains forever.
Like a flowing river that never dries.
 




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