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The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose
Robert Frost
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with elgantine.
Shakespeare
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the [...]

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Tom Waits

Broken bicycles, old busted chains
With rusted handle bars, out in the rain
Somebody must have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody wants any more
September’s reminding July
It’s time to be saying goodbye
Summer is gone, but our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles out in the rain
Broken bicycles, don’t tell my folks
There’s all those playing cards pinned [...]

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