my flower, my sweet rose
the love where does it flow

in the winter you like to hide
waiting for the seasons to pass you by

right when summer hits again
your beauty stays within the wind

you are the most radiant flower
you are free with all your power

you smell like the most precious perfume
is that the reason you like to bloom

tell me little rose where does the love flow
I hope inside where it is safe
or with me your perfect mate

 
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