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THE ROSE
Rising from the ashes as if a phoenix Eloquently awakening the beauty inside No eye has seen or heart been touched Even the sowers know not what they reap Endless beauty bathes all in radiance. Pandora's box has been shattered at its seams Petals so delicate blossom and spread Only goodness, hope and purity flow from within Old things are passed and new ones begun Life begins anew with the birth of a rose. 11/30/09
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