There is a rose
Wild and she rises
As she wants
She attracts the hearts
She took the minds
She says after these
She does nothing
She only thinks
She is well
She is shiny
She gets beauty
Her face is beauty
Who bears hers?
Who faces hers?
He may be one
Of only three persons
One is a mad man
,Second stupid man
Or wants to be ill
She gazes only
Her arrows are in direct
In short act
All wants mercy
All want happy
They are surrendered
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