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That which we call a rose smells like Like any other flower might Might tempt me to procure a name Name me a beauty none the same. Same winter beckons with cold breath Breath of your body, still as death Death has no power over me Me and you will forever be. Be my star to shine so bright Bright to guide me through the night Night can never take away Away, my love, dont fade my day. Day - out of focus - photograph Photograph my epitaph Epitaph does surely say Say "Next to me eternal lay." Lay in my arms for I will hold Hold all your worries and grow old Old by virtue of love's youth Youth displayed our fervent couth. Couth will rectify love's err Err your beauty, soft and fair Fair by sunshine's present light Light of pureangelic sight.