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The blossom pure of softest white below the green bears brutal thorn. It tears the hand that reaches forth to see the rose from its stem torn. The thorn is of a silver bright the flower bears a painted shield. For victory good York shall fight and never to Lancaster yield. The bloodied hand retreats … Continue reading ""