The red rose splashed with the dews.
She seemed to be red rose
And I looking back
In amazement and admiration.
A red rose into the hands of mine,
The mistress of mine
And I proposing never to part ways.
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If I die, they will not come to place the wreaths of flowers on me
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Carved out of neem logs,
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How old is this earth,
How old the creationAnd the universe?
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