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Having sharp teeth yet she does not eat with these                                                                                                                                            Love and beauty hidden as she rises from the heaths                                                                                                                                      The fragrance behind the ears and red upon the lips                                                                                                                           The flowing dress and swaying hips                                                                                                                                     For the sweet breeze the flower girl leaps                                                                                                                               For those that joy and those that weep                                                                                                                         A sad shroud upon the lost lover                                                                                                                                 In remembrance she does cover                                                                                                                                                        taken before dawn for oil so sweet                                                                                                                                           she is walked upon like a velvet street                                                                                                                        she has been strewn upon the bed of poem and prose                                                                                        My colorful sweetbriar by her other name is called the rose


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