Primitive Primrose Prose
To Rose! To Rose! a primitive prose
Your rose, like a rose to my nose
It pricks with thorns, but, on my heart adorns
Till my heart grows and forever glows
To Rose! To Rose! a primitive prose
I'll follow wherever the wind blows
A pleasant breeze, from primitive seas
Swear I'll sail to wherever it goes
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