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Rose Upon The Hill

By Fife4

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A rose atop the yonder hill grows. Pink as sunset clouds. She sings across the mountain wind A song to strong to sing aloud I alone may hear this tune. My own special bequest. It wakes me to the morning welcome And sets me to my rest. And who so ever shall find that rose And unearth it to their pleasure Shall have the Everlasting Joy; A love that knows no measure. Perpetual gifts this rose does bring To the man that holds its prize. No hate or woe this person feels (if the case would ever arise). And why, you ask, have I not picked it And all those joys pursue? Well, I have. And here it is For me to give to you. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 12:34 AM PST   0 • 8

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