A dropp rain
falls of the lonely rose
the tree start to whisper
as the wind blows
The glass glitters
like the stars in the night sky
the air lost its smell
and no one knows why
The have lost their song
the sun no longer shines bright
another dropp off the lonely rose
something here is just not right
The land is a dull green
the sky is all grey
the rose is dying
because the sun has gone away
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