Henry Lawson

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the rose

We love the land when the world goes round, and deep, deep down in her thorny ground, where nobody comes, and nobody knows, we love the Rose. Oh! we love the Rose. And none to tell us, and none to teach by the western hedge or the shelving beach, but all of us know what everyone knows, we love the Rose. Oh! we love the Rose. We love the rose when our day is dead, and they lay their roses upon our bed; Too late! Too late! in our last repose! But we love the Rose. Ah! We love the Rose.

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