A Rose and Its Color
In the beginning before roses had colorall but one beautiful rose had no other
but one day one rose fell in love
it was a gift he cried, a gift from above
so he got the courage, the courage he needed to speak to his love
the kind of courage that made him sway like a dove
when he whispered in her ear the way that he did
he became nervous of rejection, bashful and turned red
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