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A lady received a
bouquet of roses,
it was a windy day.
a gust of wind caught
the roses,
blew them all away.
They were tied with
yellow ribbons,
but they could not hold,
the story of lost roses,
somehow it must be told.
Your dream ended too
quickly,
how was you to know,
the lady received the
roses,
they were covered with
layers of snow.
They found a place in
her heart,
It was hard to let them
go.
But she had to release
them,
to the wind, they had
to go.
To help dry up their tears,
they had to find their
way,
so they could be happy,
laugh again some day.
Who was the sender with  
a heart sublime,
the lady still awaits,
a bouquet of roses devine.

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