This single red rose
Comes from my heart not my wallet
Its priceless beauty
Matches our innocent love
The single white rose
Glows with eternal purity
Reflecting on our hearts
It is unlike any other beautiful thing
A rose by any other colour
Different in names
Each magnifying its own loveliness
Blending in with the world
Whether cut or on its bush
Withered or still fresh
Nothing can compare to a rose
A rose is still a rose
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