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Secret of the Rose

In a full bed of roses, there's one that stands out. One that always stands for what true love is all about. That's the one you give her when you want to see her smile. That's the one you give her when you stay and talk a while. That's the one she'll treasure when she does not have you there. That's the one her heart will keep when you tell her that you care. How can a single rose be so pure and touch so deep? I could never answer, but it means all this to me. One drop of dew falls like a tear as it begins to wilt and fall. But still it seems so beautiful, and yet not dead at all. You'll always remember when you pass by that the only difference between them is that true love can never die...

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