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There are 400 million roses in my yard.
Every morning
I sat at the door with a book in my hand.
All the passersby
Everyone should praise my roses
Some people also wanted to pick one or two flowers.
I ignored them all.
Until the day you came
Smiling eyes crinkle into crescent moons
Ask me what books I'm reading?
I knew it
These 400 million roses
They're all yours.
