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A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said, 'I've a pretty rose tree,' And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night; But my rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight.
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