William Blake - My Pretty Rose Tree

William Blake - My Pretty Rose Tree

A flower was offered to me, br Such a flower as May never bore; br But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,' br And I passed the sweet flower o'er. br br Then I went to my pretty rose tree, br To tend her by day and by night; br But my rose turned away with jealousy, br And her thorns were my only delight.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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