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The Rose

The rose that I saw was the most beautiful rose

Strong and prickly from root to bud

But after a time you started to welt

With that my heart started to melt

Day by day your petals fall

Day by day your death stalled

Dead and withered I held you close

To my heart where I loved you the most

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