Little Red Rose
How Well May You Be
I Would That My Tongue Could Utter
The Thoughts That Arise In Me.
When In The Morn You Bloom
Thy Fragrance All You Spread
And When At Night You Wither
You Make Me Wait In Bed.
You Are The QUEEN
The Best Of All Flowers
Alas I Am Not The King
To Be With You Forever.
Composed By BAIYU---Mumbai Feb 1992
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