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rose revolution

Rose revolution  I was born a beautiful rose up my stem, a mouse climbed to inhale my scent and sleep in the center of my bud ALAS The raven came, knows no sense of beauty  I was an innocent ruse stealing the beauty  of sleep my feeling of freshness self -indulgent kiss words I saw nothing untoward I should have seen Roses are too wonderful for revolution A rose uproar in Portugal quickly strangled  by social democracy    

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