Greenest Rose
Prosper greenest rose.
The severed stem dos’t grows.
Come to the limb and reap the trim.
Thou ar’t so deep to master thy leap.
Spring must bring the lovely leafy thing.
Who cutest thou?
Tell it true.
The answer lies with thou as dew
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