One Is More
One rose grew to twenty-four
With the thought that most is more
Enchanted we that once believed
Love each petal, ne'er grieve
Once, that one stood up tall
'Til one befell a one rose fall
Now, I am one with twenty-four
Which the one, for one is more
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