A lady with a golden harp,
Like the blossoming of the red rose;
Life,
To move on;
Like the muse of the sun rising from the east.
Statue,
Status-quo,
Roses,
Proverbs,
Somewhere in the air!
Rhythm and blues,
Red rose,
Breeze!
Sunrise;
But, what goes around comea around.
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