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A single rose in the vase,
Sitting alone in the corner.
Only beauty in the local,
Takes lots of attention.
Wanting to sniff its smell,
Every worker bee flies to her.
Trying to get rid of them and to be nice,
She can't do anything, other than being touched.
After a while, the rose loses he freshness.
Therefore bees fly away in search of new rose.
Now old freshless rose sits in the vase.
Thinking of old time when she was young.
Now the rose sits in old vase,
Awaiting the time when she will be dried out.
Sukhee,
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