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Till' the last rose dies
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just notes* A red rose sits on my headrest,
She's been sitting there for a year,
She's been waiting there to be picked up,
She's been sitting there hoping your love still burns
Because if not she will die,
But that rose deceives herself
She is not remembered,
No one will pick her up,
She's not even real
She's artificial just like our love...
