Of heaven sense
What was sent
Of citrus flower
Oh sweet scent
The rose can not compare
With the sweet citrus flower air
And what fruit the rose chose?
Is under the emperors clothes
So pardon thee and give lee
To my choice of practicability
Bearing both fruit and sweet flower
Citrus is my plant of the hour
With no diet of rose
It only appeases the nose
While citrus also shows
Pleasure below the nose
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