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THE SCENT OF ROSES ![]() She came to me on a warm clear night, Bringing the scent of roses. Bestowing upon me all her precious love, With the scent of roses. Oh sweet fantasy woman of fair moonlight, Touched with the scent of roses. Swept away from me on the wings of a dove, Leaving only the faint scent of roses.
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