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Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
Thy root is ever in its grave
And thou must die.
Owing it all to Herbert's
vertue on rue des Rosiers, 3ème Paris for the past 7 years, 5 months, 14 days, 19 hours, 29 minutes, and 58 seconds
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