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In history no bird was making the sound would not be the earliest birds; since, in untouched Eden, fallen man, every rose was the only similarity.
No bird has ever uttered note that was not in some first bird's throat; since Eden's freshness and man's fall no rose has been original.

Time to blossom, to be who you really are, show the world your beauty, preserving the internal contents, to give the bees the opportunity to gather pollen, smelling and filling the air with its fragrance. To live a life! At the time, to fade, replaced by other colors, and saving your shoots for the next flowering. So can only live the one rose, that cares who loves her gardener.

In one Eastern tale says that God created the white rose, but Adam looked at her when she blossomed, and she was ashamed and had turned bright red.

And the roses have withered and fallen,
And anything to fix it failed.
Fell lonely among us
Unnecessary cold colors.

How many artsy poses
How many broken roses
How many torments, and curses, and tears!

Green roses mean spiritual love, which exists only in heaven.

How fair, how fresh were the roses
In my garden! How the eyes deceive my!
As I prayed to spring frosts
Do not touch the cold hand!

Before the gates of Eden
Two roses bloomed magnificently,
But rose - passion logo
And passion is the brainchild of the earth.
One so gently brush
As a virgin, pretty embarrassed
Other, purple, GEET,
The fire of love burned.

A little warmer behind the glass, but the evil frost.
Enter those doors, like in the garden of July flowers.
I want warm, but white rose
All the eyes I kiss and caress ready!
I want warm, but white rose
All the eyes I kiss and caress ready!
White roses, white roses, defenseless spikes.
That they did the snow and frost, ice, Windows blue?
People will decorate your own holiday only a few days,
And leave you to die on the white, cold window...

Like the stars they fell -
Far and near,
Like snow flakes in January
As with rose petals -
Gone, perished in the grass
High, without a trace.
And only the Lord of all of them in the face
Will remember it forever.

Can't be the evil one who loves roses.

How many in the world there are people who don't like red roses? Lalen they hate. She almost hated. These flowers were for her not a symbol of love, no, they associated it only with treachery and deceit.

Who loves roses should endure the thorns.

Wise man said just find your place
In the eye of the storm.
Seek the roses along the way
Just beware of the thorns.
Knew a wise man that you will find
Your bed among thunderstorms.
He said the spikes is a lie,
Beauty is in the brilliance of roses.