Wind blows rose sways
The chillness thrills and spells elation
Walking along the hills
The thought of her frills
She smiles and I feel bright
Birds perched on the trees
Like a gentle breeze it was h
Oh good I feel light
She is my rose and like a wind my thought
Always brush and cherish sweet moments with her

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