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the roses were once red

but now the pedals lie on the ground

the wind once sung a song

but now there is no sound.



the leaves use to hold beauty

but the beauty drifted.

the eagle use to soar but

now its not gifted



the mountian use to be hard to climbe

for it was too steep

the story use to be read

as i would try to sleep



the book held the story

the story had pages

the light use to shine

but now it only fades



the fish once swam

and the birds flew

but now it's all different

cause the grass is dry with out dew



see whit out you the world is much different

but theres nothing i can do

no matter how much i miss you mommy

i know there will never be another you