Red Roses belong to the earth. And the earth to the midnight dew. The midnight dew to the sky. And the sky to the starry blue, the moon to the passing breeze, the passing breeze to the bird. And the bird to the tallest trees, the trees belong to the park. The park to a bench for two, Can you wonder, since I’m on the bench, that I long to belong to you.
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