I've seen roses come,
and I've seen roses go,
but I've never seen a rose
like the one I know.
Your pedals are soft,
your stem is strong,
My love for you is never wrong,
But now I'm loosing it.
to be soft and strong,
I'm losing my edge,
my color,
my power,
I always knew it wouldn't work between
a rose and a flower.
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