The rose is a deep expression of sentiments wrapped up
in a vessel that has been burned with the searing pain of a thousand suns
The rose is like the feeling of frolicing in a valley
The rose is as pretty as beauty itself.
The rose is like calmly relaxing on a warm summer day at the beach
The rose is obviously special
The rose is an eternity of broken hearts
The rose is love in the form of an object
The rose is numerous tigers growling and pouncing at their target
The rose is everything I ever worked for and my life story
The rose is me and now the rose is wilted.
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