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when I was beautiful

When I was beautiful A rose in bloom a field mouse Climbed my stem fell asleep in the center To inhale and sleep in my fragrance. The rave had no sense of beauty I was a lure The struggle was short. Self-indulgent I kissed the sun Nothing untoward had happened Summers are so short To be a revolutionary. The Rose Revolution in Portugal ended now we have social-democracy

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