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The Rose
When the night has been to lonely
and the road has been to long,
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.
Groetjes,
Tamara
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