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I have brought you a rose that no longer grows

It was severed from the roots it had grown

The rose has a thorn though it was shorn

And will live for a while on its own

Though it’s no longer home and destined to roam

Its roots will live on to grow more

In its dying days its beauty gets praise

And its memory will always be dear

It was given in love by our God from above

Though gone it will always be near

It is close by your side but is withered and died

The thought of it still in your mind

The pleasure it gives in your heart where it lives

Will forever be a memory that’s kind

The spirit’s still there of the rose that was fair

Though its body from bondage set free

You can still see that flower in each day and hour

Because the rose I have brought you is me