The flowers, the flowers.

A rose is a rose Is a rose is a rose is

I like red roses.

Chuckles Lucky roses.

Oh, the opposite to this.

My rose trees.

A rose is a rose.

The red, red rose

They're like pressed rose leaves.

At the time, 30 symbols were enough to cover the number of candidates in each Electoral District.

You can think of it a bit like pruning a rosebush.

Many thanks, my darling, for the flowers.

But then he returned. He returned with a box of roses to beg my forgiveness.

Good. Now give her some flowers.

Lips that shame the red, red rose

A harvest of thorns or of flowers.

Yeah. ..and that should be carrying with it some of the rose water smell.

not white like the colour we never carried on our wedding day

The encounter one must be most careful with is the flower meeting.

She d sit very close to me, and she d smell of tuberoses.

A rose is what Moses Supposes his toes is

Looks like they messed up your rose garden a little here, Gus

The flowers you ordered has been delivered to the princess... Princess Flower Shop

sow fields, plant vineyards, and reap the fruits of increase.

The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life. He who is wise wins souls.

Tell the righteous Good! For they shall eat the fruit of their deeds.

And sow the fields, and plant vineyards, which may yield fruits of increase.

The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life and he that winneth souls is wise.

Say ye to the righteous, that it shall be well with him for they shall eat the fruit of their doings.

The woman said to the serpent, Of the fruit of the trees of the garden we may eat,

Therefore they will eat of the fruit of their own way, and be filled with their own schemes.

Give her of the fruit of her hands! Let her works praise her in the gates!

And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden

Therefore shall they eat of the fruit of their own way, and be filled with their own devices.

Give her of the fruit of her hands and let her own works praise her in the gates.

And then, turning to the rose tree, she went on, 'What HAVE you been doing here?'

It was a hardafternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle in that street.

We should actually take a look and see if we can do a quick distillation with rose petals.

She is indeed most wondrous fair, gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red, red rose.

He waters the mountains from his rooms. The earth is filled with the fruit of your works.

for the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth,

He watereth the hills from his chambers the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy works.

(For the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth )

You prefer to see him reduced to a pulp rather than talk.

And along the way, please take time to smell the flowers, especially if you and your students grew them.