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Lost Love Verse

My Pretty Rose TreeA 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.But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:And her thorns were my only delight.William Blake

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