3.Rosemary
Boots were of leather, a breath of cologne
The mirror was a window she sat by alone.
All around the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and
blue.
She came dead and she went, and at last went away, the garden
was sealed when the
Flowers decayed.
On the wall of the garden a legend did say, no one may come here
since no one may
Stay.
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