I sat and tore rose petals you see.
Today nothing mesmerized me.
The reflection in the nearby pond,
Seemed so serene with a sound.
I sat and tore rose petals you see.
Nothing seemed to bother me.
I stirred the water in the pond,
With a stick,
And it moved just a little bit.
My rose petal morning was a glory in it self.
It's perfection could not be questioned.
It's scenery couldn't be better.
So I stayed there,
And I sat and tore rose petals you see.
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