The Sick Rose
O Rose thou art sick.The invisible wormThat flies in the nightIn the howling storm,Has found out they bedOf crimson joy:And his dark secret loveDoes they life destroy.
O Rose thou art sick.The invisible wormThat flies in the nightIn the howling storm,Has found out they bedOf crimson joy:And his dark secret loveDoes they life destroy.
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