A rose dressed in silk fur
sowed in the air bright with love.
A washed rose with no more thorns
she gathers in the night the stars of a sky.
A rose without thorns garden
Rosa adisiata from with heart 'un voli.
Suli di Rosa my carni' cinjammava
the dark and dark night 'one did more.
Rosa laughed contentedly added
flower of love and lovely stars.
A withered rose that never sprouted
I sowed my love heart on a stone. a sky.
Rosa cried and could cry
while a thorn appeared in her heart.

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