-A rose- A rose that rose From a thorny bush. A knight at night in fine armours Would rise to rice She waited. All her veins are crying in vain, The pain which is plain penitrates the rose Which rose from the thorny Bush.

-A rose- A rose that rose From a thorny bush. A knight at night in fine armours Would rise to...

A girl laments on not having a man in her life. 
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