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Roses in February

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There was a scent of roses on the wind,
Though it was the middle of February,
And snow was still on the ground,
The skies still a dusky grey.
But there was a scent of roses
In the wind that whistled through the empty, barren trees
And sent snow flurries dancing through the air.



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