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 Preety Rose-tree
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turnd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
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刺乃玫瑰之必要
痛乃愛情之必要
死乃生命之必要
空乃希望之必要
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