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What’s in a rose?
For starters, a smell of rotten corpses those decay A very plain and very foggy day A dream not dreamed to the end and gay And loudish elves that begun to play What’s in a rose? At middle, just a maggot who eat all its way And the sad farewell when you knew that she Will never ever see you; and the cry of a banshee The lost rebel who will never stay What’s in a rose? And at the end, a little dust from stars A glimpse of Venus and a bar of Mars The hope of a forgiving and a pray A symphony for your nose and ears
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