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The red rose whispers of passion,
 * And the white rose breathes of love;

Oh, the red rose is a falcon.
 * And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
 * With a flush on its petal tips;

For the love that is purest and sweetest
 * Has a kiss of desire on the lips.