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I want to call her Rose

there was a softness about the maiden that reminded me of a rose she was elusive, but it made her somehow tantalizing refined? yes Elegant? oh, my, yes! She was holding a rose when I first spied her. she seemed as subtle and sensitive as the rose She was an artist's delight; her petals soft and delicate. what is her name? I asked her mother Lily, she told me. I want to call her Rose, I said. Funny you should say that; her grandmother was named Rose.

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