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She gave a rose,
  And I kissed it and pressed it.
I love her, she knows,
  And my action confessed it.
She gave me a rose,
  And I kissed it and pressed it.

Ah, how my heart glows,
  Could I ever have guessed it?
It is fair to suppose
  That I might have repressed it:
She gave me a rose,
  And I kissed it and pressed it.

‘T was a rhyme in life’s prose
  That uplifted and blest it.
Man’s nature, who knows
  Until love comes to test it?
She gave me a rose,
  And I kissed it and pressed it.