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Dry Roses

Dry roses I held in my hand, tears fell down from my eyes like rain.
As I recited a promise written in sand,
I was a broken soul in pain.

A promise, like those roses,
had gone brittle with time
she promised to meet me at the old church well,
be it rain or shine,
O what lies she could tell.

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