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Beauty at the beginnig

Rose bud standing still

Standing proud

Each day that passes beauty fades

Petal by Petal

As my life does

Each day my life is wasted,

At first proud, but now dissapointed

Not sure why I feel so down

Fear induces that my life will be

As dead as the rose at the end

of it's cycle

Circle of life it ends at one point

Fear tells me...no

Taunts me

It's coming nearer

And nearer each day

I wil change, a forever standing,

proud, beautiful

Rose