The Sick Rose William Blake - UK
O Rose, thou art sick! The Invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed Of Crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
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The Sick Rose William Blake - UK
O Rose, thou art sick! The Invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed Of Crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
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