A Spanish maid of high degree
Lived in her patio.
Suitors she had, but none could touch
The maid’ s pure heart of snow.
There came a gallant from the wars
Who’ d vanquished all his foes;
He won her heart, and from her blush
Grew the Safrano Rose.
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