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09. Sep 2005

Rose

 
The Sick Rose
   
 
 
 
     THE SICK ROSE 
 
     O Rose, thou art sick!     
     The invisible worm,     
     That flies in the night,     
     In the howling storm,     
       
     Has found out thy bed     
     Of crimson joy;     
     And his dark secret love     
     Does thy life destroy.     
  
     William Blake (1757-1827)  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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