Through my open window comes the sweet perfuming Of roses reddening under skies of June; No sight more fair than roses in red bloom, No air more sweet than doth the rose perfume; And yet was never there a rose but died in blooming.
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Through my open window comes the sweet perfuming Of roses reddening under skies of June; No sight more fair than roses in red bloom, No air more sweet than doth the rose perfume; And yet was never there a rose but died in blooming.
Through my open window comes the sweet perfuming Of roses reddening under skies of June; No sight more fair than roses in red bloom, No air more sweet than doth the rose perfume; And yet was never there a rose but died in blooming.