The Vase
When just a child so young
I saw it in your home
The very beautiful vase
That sat on a shelf alone
A vase of glass cut so fine
It held a single rose divine
Admiring it from afar
At home we only had a jar
Our furnishing were simple
In our home there was no plan
It was not designed by a master
We did the best that we could demand
How could I ever imagine
A vase just so refine
You would put in my trousseau
So I could have a rose divine
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