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THE NIGHT AND THE ROSE
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as white as the foam of the sea.and whiter than the snow upon the mountain.
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as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne .and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe.
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as red as the feet of the dove.and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern .But the winter.has chilled my veins.and the frost has nipped my buds. and the strom has broken my branches.and I shall have no roses at all this year.
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