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| He gives the rose of beauty
It's petals touch my soul
Softness and remembrance
This heart of mine he stole
What beauty in the velvet
I brush across my face
Thoughts of love emerging
Treasure I embrace
Each rose he picks from garden
With scent beyond compare
He dazzles all emotions
With velvet petals shared
Posted by: Ms chandra rao At: 16, Mar 2002 10:20:21 PM IST
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