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On the ground, a single rose.

You take my hand and smile

Piece by piece, we both give

Into audience hands beguile.

Hand in hand, we cross the stage;

I drift in black, you--in white.

Again, familiar curtains draw

But my lines are growing trite.

Too long have we walked this stage

Too long have we followed suit.

I will not act this anymore

The time has come for a new route.

Let us break from the chains of life,

my friend; let us run away.

Exit stage left, we are not slaves

Write the end now, of our play.

We escape, but a petal falls

Slowly, you begin to wilt.

If only I had let you live

Now I bear this mask of guilt.



I am free, but listen--please:

We will all die like this flower.

Do not choose a life of play

On a stage, dying more by the hour.

Look! See what has been done,

my friend was once radiant and strong.

Should you choose to feign a life?

Wasted time doth not last you long

I will not let life pass me by, please,

We are stronger than that plant.

We can reach as far as we dream

Do so much that it simply can't.

I'm sorry, rose, I let you Die

But I will not look to the past.

Forevermore I will hold a smile

So that a smile will be my last.