I picked a perfect rose
From a garden, grand
Velvet were the petals
As I touched it with my hand
And within the glory of this rose
It held my fascination
My eyes were opened as I saw
The beauty of creation
Kept fresh it was through the night
Sprinkled lightly with morn's early dew
I cannot keep it for myself
My Friend, I'll share with you
Here is the rose that I picked
It's perfect in every way
It reminded me of our beautiful friendship
We share with each other everyday
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