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Rose on White

(On hearing ``To a Wild Rose'') You made a rose grow in the room under your fingers, from the ivory bed of the keys.

So gentle was your touch the flower unfolded without effort in perfection.

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Its fragrance delicate and wistful lingered long after the piano was closed.

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