A frozen and dried/
rose, though plucked in winter’s grasp,/
will still smell as sweet.
OR
A frozen and dried/
rose, though plucked in winter’s chill,/
will still smell sweetly.
A frozen and dried/
rose, though plucked in winter’s grasp,/
will still smell as sweet.
OR
A frozen and dried/
rose, though plucked in winter’s chill,/
will still smell sweetly.
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