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Do you know the magic of the rose,
told through faeries kissing rainbows?
That she only wears her thorns up close
to scare trolls from the misty meadows
She can stop the beat of their little heart
simply by offering her red for sweet desire
O' how powerful she is to use this art
tricking those blind-eyed sprites of fire
But whispers reveal another secret untold
That in time when her colours are fading
and the seed of an immortal thought is unfold:
it is given to open Pandora's Box of fragrant memories