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The Primrose
And The Rose
This rose knows no season
Nor sheds a leaf in fall.
In distant lands it can be found,
and in your heart,
Your hearth,
Your hall.
The Primrose helps you
Find your soul.
Beware the thorns
the rose doth yield,
The rose conceals,
The rose wields.
This friendship has a cost,
for every Storm that stings the earth,
does also Liven every field.
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Tristan Redearth
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