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I gave her a rose
And then it was midnight
This is what she said:
There was a little girl cologne
that still lurks in my memory.
A rose seldom translates from
A rose seldom translates from
fresh reality to artificial perfume.
But this rose while beautiful in itself,
its scent, had the power
to revive the lost charm
to revive the lost charm
of the innocent.
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