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White grows
the Lilly,
Red grows
the rose.
And here am
I growing so high,
Like the
climbing roses;
That floats
on high o’er..
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misery of life
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Thats life for you when you are poor, the rich always finds away to escape s**t
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professor and the illiterate
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