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Rose and Thorn Rose The rose bloomed full in childhood’s summer blood red, filled with sweet nectar for the bees and for me. Thorn The thorn raised sharp upon my arms as in the muddy field of war I lay, within the pain it gave my side I found the rose again. |
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