A time for love and cheer,
A time for making memories,
To last throughout the year
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And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.ππ
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 lipsππ₯°
And grow dump,
Because of you
Float in my mind.
Like sun without rays,
The time without running
And sea without waves.