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A Teardropp Touched A Rose

I knelt beside her grave that day;
That day when soul and body parted.
Though finer part took flight, they say,
Tis here I stare, now broken hearted.
I loved her more than words could tell,
But words were few, my sad repose.
My head now bowed, this living hell…
As my teardropp touched a rose.

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