Sunday, September 7, 2014

Rosemary Comments

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What needst thou the praise for want of word, my love,
That I from thy brow hath plucked so fair a rose;
And by the grey e'ening will erase too soon
what all eyes to the star in Beulah's night,
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Naveed Khalid
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