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Abused and cursed Him as He took my withered rose with thorns away,

oblivious I was to the even alluring primrose left by my side with a note underlay.

Sighted it amidst my demands for an early night,

It read,the rose was but to help you make it to the evening light

It is evening now,and the evening is here to stay!

– Aks