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Sadness Of The Rose

Oh i remember when i was a bud...
The people gather me and,
Said: when it will be a rose i will have it
The noise increased.
Soon many days passed like that,
Oh yeah i became a rose!
I was proud myself.
A fence or crowd was gathered at me
Each of them needed me for many reasons.
They started pulling me from there
I cried and cried as it was paining for me
After many hours i became weak and weak
Gets weaker and weaker then
I feel down with my life
At that moment no one came to take me
As i am a dull red rose!

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