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My beautiful mystical rose From the ashes of defeat you rose Beauty bestowed lacking flaws The same iron lady everyone knows With your slightest move they tremble; your foes As David with the lion you tear away their jaws Running away their king bows Surrendering; retreat he goes My beautiful mystical rose.. Even at dusk the cock crows Even at winter the farmer sows From the ashes of defeat you rose Beauty bestowed... lacking flaws

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