Love is like the rose bush,
friendship resembles holly:
holly is dark when the rose blooms,
but who is more constant in bloom ?
The pink stains and odors in the spring,
its summer flowers scent the air;
but expected to return in winter:
who will remember the rose bush?
Despise then the useless crown of roses
and cover gloss dell'Agrifoglio
that - in December when your sad face -
Green still knows mantener your wreath.
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