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1     1,   4, 4 |        am only dust.~But once a rose within me grew;~Its rootlets
2     1,   4, 4 |         flowerets flew;~And all rose's sweetness rolled~Throughout
3     1,   4, 4 |       just as the beauty of the rose is to be perceived and enjoyed,
4     1,   4, 16|      worn out;" while the third rose from his chair and stood
5     1,   8, 11|         at last the morning sun rose to find them still in their
6     1,   8, 15|        and everywhere we go the rose and lily await us. "Spring
7     1,   8, 16| consists in seeing the fragrant rose of Divine mercy among the
8     1,   8, 16|   wounding both his legs. As he rose up, he was overheard to
9 Appen,   2, 2 |       were made. The pure water rose up, driven by the wind,