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If people were roses
growing side by side,
in the sun’s warm tide
they would flourish,
they would nourish
one another:
they would grow together
if people were roses.
If people were roses,
in all seasons radiant,
of colours rich and variant
glowing in the sun,
there would not be one
that would offend:
all colours would blend
if people were roses.
If people were roses,
for every bud that fell
a gentle rain would tell
its passing, attend
with dignity its end
and care awaken:
not one would be forsaken
if people were roses.
If people were roses,
nurtured in the seed,
with care banishing need
all would survive,
the young would thrive,
loved from birth:
they would grace the earth
if people were roses.
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