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It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.
-Robert Browning
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It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way,
Robert Browning
It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.
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