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Rose, Rose, Oh Beautiful Rose!
You'll cut my fingers as I tickle your toes.
With your pretty green leaves
And your impaling red flower
I could gaze at your beauty for hours.
Rose, Rose, Oh Beautiful Rose!
You cut my fingers as I tickle your toes.
You stand up, tall and proud,
Silently Screaming Frighteningly Aloud.
A silent senastion.
Rose, Rose, Oh Beautiful Rose!
You cut my fingers as I Tickled your toes.
But As I Arose,
Your leaves tickled my nose.
How Am I supposed to leave you?
Rose, Rose, Oh Beautiful Rose?