Death and Roses

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A tear rolls down my cheek
As I go around the tree
And peek

There is a flower
It gleams and glows
I used the flower
For my skits and shows

Here's a tombstone
It says what's within
It has it's thoughts
Without words of sin

It's a rainy day
As I walk inside
I hang a rope
And commit suicide

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