A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE,
NO MATTER WHAT YOU CALL IT.
THE SAME WITH ME.
I AM STILL A CHILD OF GOD
WHEN YOU CALL ME STUPID AND UGLY
AND TELL ME YOU ARE ASHAMED OF ME.
I AM STILL THE APPLE OF HIS EYE,
FORMED FROM DUST,
SOON TO RETURN TO HIS SIDE.
WHAT YOU SAY
HAS NO CLAIM ON ME.
I AM STILL A ROSE.
AND A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE.
SO THERE.
DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
AND A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE.
SO THERE.
DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
In a desert land he found him, in a barren and howling waste. He shielded him and cared for him; he guarded him as the apple of his eye,
For this is what the Lord Almighty says: “After the Glorious One has sent me against the nations that have plundered you—for whoever touches you touches the apple of his eye—
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