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The Song
A wild rose blows and tells me her woes of life and loves long passed,
She sings me a song of what went wrong, as her final petal is freed from her grasp,
Drooping and weary, she looks up to see me shedding a single tear for my love,
She lies on the ground, forever unfound, to look eternally from above,
As she lays on the earth all solemn and sad,
All she can think of is the love she once had.
