When sun rose,
it looked to rose,
so dreamed a magic painter.
As the next day came,
as darkness rained,
he wonder what had asunder.
yet unsure as he walked on floor,
to reach the window silter,
He found no sun in the sky of noon,
to cause a drenching filter.
In its place lay there a sweet red rose ,
which made the magic render.
==============================uddalak banerjee(ubj)
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