She stood alone in my garden.
She looked like a candlelight as a bud one night.
She's tiny yet fiery.
I can't just ignore her.
She seems to call my attention each time I pass by her.
I can't just ignore her.
She seems to call my attention each time I pass by her.
"Won't you come to my garden? I want my roses to see you."
Richard Brinsley sheridan
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