My heart stings
And sing the ugly song of times
As I walk down the lane guarded by pines
My ear rings
And flings in anger
As I hear the Sad story
Of the ordeal faced by dawn roses.
My eyes winks
Up and down it swings
As it beholds the nefarious fate
That Besieges our new blissful roses
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