A flower i have thrown
Rests on the ground all on its own
My heart i have lost
Dreaming of what it has cost
White as snow
My rose so pure
Withers away all to slow
The pain i endure
Saddens my only sorrow
Day by day
I see her face
Night after night
I dream of a place
Tears have dried
Feelings have subside
Letting her go
I decided
To lift my head
And look ahead.
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