-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 rice

She waited.

All her veins are crying in vain,

The pain which  is plain

penitrates the rose 

Which rose from the thorny Bush.





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

-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.

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