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Chilly Autumn days bring harsh winter winds but the Roses still grow in greenhouses The greenhouse, a garden grows Roses for the lucky lovers In the dead middle of winter just to come back two months later As the Rosebud trembles with each passing it blooms and falls to the hands of the deserving but it ****** in self defense much like the love we all thought we'd cherish
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
As the Rosebud falls
Chilly Autumn days bring harsh winter winds but the Roses still grow in greenhouses The greenhouse, a garden grows Roses for the lucky lovers In the dead middle of winter just to come back two months later As the Rosebud trembles with each passing it blooms and falls to the hands of the deserving but it ****** in self defense much like the love we all thought we'd cherish
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
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