The beauty of a yellow rose, sitting wilted in it's vase,
For time has made it's color fade and it droops now, in it's place.
The man I love has hurt me,
And in his pain he walks away,
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Love parting never parted with such sweetness that you have displayed here. A fine piece from the heart