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A rose, I swear, as fair as your hair!I swear she has arrived amidst silks and crowns
In her lovely, beaded gown
Made by trembling hands of those beneath
Whose tears fall hot and wet on the fabric.
Who gives her the yellow rose?
Who gives her the symbol to wear upon her breast?
Naught but birth gives her this gift,
And naught but birth has created the rift
Between those and the people who can't afford
Silks and roses and beads and love.
She wears yellow roses,
And the other does not.








