Rose is dead
From her body violets grew
Her killer fled the scene
Leaving not one bullet but two
Three words never spoken
but so well known
Now sealed six feet under
By a dull head of stone
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The Death of Rose
Rose is dead
From her body violets grew
Her killer fled the scene
Leaving not one bullet but two
Three words never spoken
but so well known
Now sealed six feet under
By a dull head of stone
