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Rh My roses, tell her, pleading, all the fondness and the sighing,
 * All the longing of a heart that reaches thirsting for its bliss;

And tell her, tell her, roses, that my lips and eyes are dying
 * For the melting of her love-look and the rapture of her kiss.