She was a Rose.
Ever great ever blooming.
But all roses wilt and die.
To that rule, she was no exception.
Now she's a rose
Which blooms in my heart.
Forever she grows
For now it's never dark.
She was a rose.
That flowered in the sunlight.
But when she passed on
It was dark, it was night.
Now she's a rose.
Alive in my dreams
A rose without thorns
In my heart, her sun gleams.
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