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- The dominion of Madame du Plessis-Baler will last exactly as long as live the roses.
It'll always be fresh as rose. But you remind me of a carp live for a long time, but covered with moss.

You don't look into the eyes of my Prince,
And happiness I do not know the flour
Today the rose I swore,
Warm breath, your hands.
Blessed from witchcraft
Reveal the secret of inspiration
Divine nature
Will be a sweet moment
When you drink the nectar
Me prepared potions
Of pleasures sweet gift
The magic of sadness and joy.
Drink from my lips, by thine dreams
Desires small SIPS
And the world disappears, only you
Again will do his touches.
You don't look into the eyes of my Prince,
But draw a portrait of feelings
Today the rose I swore,
Give a smile for the arts.

I hate roses, the men let them dust in the eyes.

Hush! Spike deeper
Pierces the heart;
He is in collusion with the rose.

Barefoot step on the path strewn with roses.

Judas kisses silenced poets.

Do you know why rose is beautiful? Because you tear it before it will wither.

No rose without thorns.

It's dark
It's dark where the roses grow
There's something that you should know
Before you see the light
It's dark
It's dark where the roses grow
There's places I have to go
Before I see the light
It is darkness,
It is darkness, in which grow roses.
There is something that you should know
Before you see the light.
Is darkness,
Is darkness, in which grow roses,
There are places where I should visit
Before you see the light.

But in the hands of the flowers
Rose, another beauty.

For an artist there is nothing more difficult than to paint a rose, because first he must forget all the roses painted before.

Red rose? What could be sluttier this hackneyed cliche?

Buy a million roses! And take them for himself.