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THE ROSE ON THE BED
There is a rose that lays upon
The dark-red satin sheet
It has the sense about it
That things aren’t quite complete
The perfume and the petals
Seem so lonely, lying there
All alone in a sea of red-
But not just anywhere.
On the bed there is a note
And it’s tied around the rose
It’s tied with purple ribbon
Made into fancy bows
The bed is empty, save the rose
And a bunched-up satin sheet;
Old fragrances linger in the air
Mixed perfumes, spicy and sweet.
There is a rose that lays upon
The dark-red satin sheet
It is untouched, and undisturbed,
And very incomplete
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There is a rose that lays upon
The dark-red satin sheet
It has the sense about it
That things aren’t quite complete
The perfume and the petals
Seem so lonely, lying there
All alone in a sea of red-
But not just anywhere.
On the bed there is a note
And it’s tied around the rose
It’s tied with purple ribbon
Made into fancy bows
The bed is empty, save the rose
And a bunched-up satin sheet;
Old fragrances linger in the air
Mixed perfumes, spicy and sweet.
There is a rose that lays upon
The dark-red satin sheet
It is untouched, and undisturbed,
And very incomplete
~~<~<~{@