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for her Like a rose on a bush,
You showed me your beauty,
And like the sail on a ship,
I followed the winds,
Merely to come to a hault,
Where I remained stagnant,
Stopped by the beauty in front of me,
It's not your fault,
I could've kept moving.
But now it's too late,
I've hit a rock,
And I'm slowly sinking.
Deeper and deeper below,
so shallow,
I've hit the floor.
I'm at the bottom, there's nowhere to go.
Your flowers are dwindling,
You'll show me some more.
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