They said I was most
Beautiful
That I was beautiful as a rose
That is what I did, I grew
Blue Roses
I would bring them to town
On wagon of my own
Then came that fateful day when…
CRASH!
I was knocked unconscious
Went to town
Face Mangled
To start a new life as
Rebecca Snail
To die a
Nothing
Lie down with me
My Blue Rose.
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