Roses are meant to be sweet,
roses are supposed to be nice,
the thorns are full of spice,
the colors will eventually fade,
the stem will welter and then decay,
it represents the light quite well,
life is slow,
like the roll of the dice,
it makes death not so nice,
the circle of life will renew,
strife is all we can do,
no matter your life view,
in the end,
it's all about you!
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