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It's my BeautyJune 6, 2022
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The Rose grew up to its glowing beauty;
The Garden embraced the Rose and smiled wild.
The Man of the garden plucked it to dignify his gravity,
And rose up to blare, ''Do you know who am I?''
The Rose, crowned at his heart, sprang up to reply,
'' I am the Rose that grows up to glow
ever, where your rose is that you grow.''