My Pretty Rose Tree
by William Blake
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
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rasti che ghadr chagh shodiiiiiiiiiii?
eeeeeeeeee yadam raft esmamm ra benevisam man heieh traghiam .
beautiful !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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