The roses she keeps
Are dead
So I'll keep this one.
This one that lives,
This rose for no one
And I'll admire her
From afar
For I can never be the one
To give her a living rose
When she knows the beauty
Of a dead one.
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              
                                          
                                        
                                                  The roses she keeps
Are dead
So I'll keep this one.
This one that lives,
This rose for no one
And I'll admire her
From afar
For I can never be the one
To give her a living rose
When she knows the beauty
Of a dead one.
                                      
                                          
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