| The Rose |
| Beatiful and Sweet. Silent and Unique. She walks with a certain grace. The Rose. All eyes are on her as she dances in the wind.And opens up her petals to let us know whats deep within. The Rose Then suddenly as she dances her petals slowly begin to fall and it fills us with and emptiness that brings sadness to us all. The Rose The Rose is no longer. She slowly faded away. But she left a mark on the world that will never go away. The Rose |
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