First RoseA Heart Of Youthful Year Was Yearning,Crying Out The Pain; The BurningTears Would E’er Remain UntilAn Answer From The Man Would See Them Die.A Sympathetic Mirror Blessed HerSoftened Up The Curves, Caressed HerSkin To Help Regain A Calm –Assuage A Heaving Breast And Blushing Eye.And Through A Struggling Mind, A Chiming:Someone At The Door; The TimingPerfect And Exquisite In TheReconciliation Of Her Woes

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