Roses.
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Roses, roses, dear fair roses, In your heart sweet scent reposes; In the morning when the dew Trickles diamonds down on you. Then you lift your head with pride, You can adorn a fair June bride, But your life, so short, so fair, Is dried up by noonday air. But others come out by your side, And open up their petals wide; Life is but short, so let us throw Sunshine and roses where we go.