Tortricidae
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On the third day he took me to the river<br />He showed me the roses and we kissed<br />And the last thing I heard was a muttered word<br />As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist<p>On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow<br />And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief<br />As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"<br />And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth