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Just a small glass rose
Upon a shelf -
It seemed to beckon me.
I gazed at it
All shining bright
And somehow thought of thee!
On upright stem -
Bloom held aloft -
'Twas such a lovely sight!
I chose that rose
Of molten glass
And held it gently in my hand.
I took it home
And packed it up
To send to your fair hand
Each time you see
This pretty rose
As it is standing there
I hope you'll know
I think of you
And that I truly care!
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