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The rose, now grasped within my hand

That lay wilting, dying - -

Has been plucked from the land

With Mother Earth, who now lay crying



Goodbye the gentle ones of this place

That now upon the land lies cold - -

Has disappeared without a trace

A world, whose beauty, it could not hold



And winter comes; its white snow falls

And sleep, and dark it brings upon - -

The world it voices its anguished calls

Gentle lives now dead, cannot be undone



And when tomorrow's skies appear

To melt away the blanket, white - -

Giving way to a childish fear

So begins another foolish fight



And by and by destruction proves

The death of all things pure - -

Imbalance there will be, should nature lose

Kindness, love… are the only cure



Mother Earth, against the darkened side

Hoping to win this ruthless fight - -

And make the dark ones forever hide

And bring all beings into the light