MATCH ME O ROSE!
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A red rose shining in the sun Told me of summer new-begun. I smoothed each petal, and kissed each petal, And counted them one by one. Eighteen—and I had two years more. ‘Match me, O rose!’ I said; and tore In half two petals, two crimson petals, To bring them to a score. Just at that moment the wind blew— Petal by petal away I threw, And turned to the rose-bush, the lovely rose-bush, Where other roses grew.