Wilting

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Bright red rose, bright red rose
Glowing petals turning brown
A tear I shed, and show a frown
The greying hue will bring us down
She'd seen me there, say nothing now
I miss my love but looking down,
I throw myself onto the ground.
Sorrow fills the lonesome air
Didn't I give you such a scare?
I thought I would survive the fall
Such a sad day I'd left you all...

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