Bouquet
The
Delicate
Fragrance
Of
A
White
Rose
Reaches
My
Nose
And
I am
Able
To
Know
Spring
At
My
Breakfast
Table.
In
My
Yard,
Covered
In
Thin
Snow,
Nothing
Will
Grow,
So
I buy
Beauty
As
Though
It
Was
My
Duty
To
Keep
Hope
High
That
By
And
By,
Things
For
Which
I yearn
Will
Return.
The
Delicate
Fragrance
Of
A
White
Rose
Reaches
My
Nose
And
I am
Able
To
Know
Spring
At
My
Breakfast
Table.
In
My
Yard,
Covered
In
Thin
Snow,
Nothing
Will
Grow,
So
I buy
Beauty
As
Though
It
Was
My
Duty
To
Keep
Hope
High
That
By
And
By,
Things
For
Which
I yearn
Will
Return.
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