Poem #2

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The Last Bud of Rose

The rose will grow
As the winds come through
The winter will hold
Your feelings are cold

I love to live
And like to give
As the last bud of rose
Will come so close

The last bud of rose fell to the ground
As my feeling for you are still around

Please don't waste the bud
And please don't stay away
Let your color glow
As we love you so

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