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The Rose Tree
    O ORDS are lightly spoken,

    Said Pearse to Connolly,

    Maybe a breatic words

    ree;

    Or maybe but a  blows

    Across tter sea.

    quot;It needs to be but ered,

    James Connolly replied,

    quot;to make t again

    And spread on every side,

    And she bud

    to be the gardens pride.

    quot;But wer,

    Said Pearse to Connolly,

    quot;he wells are parched away?

    O plain as plain can be

    t our own red blood

    Can make a rigree.
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