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Sep 2010
The sound of falling water
Inside a wooded gloom
Behind a lowly river
Incites this rose to bloom

Its red glows in the shadows
Of midnight and of fiends
The moon, it shares a pale glow
With rose's crimson dreams

Their shine, it brings one wonder
A lavish light to see
But my eyes, still a blunder
Are searching through the trees
Written by
Robert Key
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