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I found a rose in my hand But, her sight was prettier than the rose But, as she fluttered by, time froze So, for another day, I kept it close I had a rose in my hand But, our eyes didn’t meet; it started raining But, for a shelter, she went inside running And, we, silhouettes in a way, were left remaining I took a rose in my hand But, the bell rang too long, yet I waited to see But, a little angel opened and oh so shy was she And as she ran inside, I left; the rose still with me I lay silent, a rose in my hand But, no words those forsaken lips could say But, my old, red heart hadn’t turned grey And those perfumed petals didn’t wilt away
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
If a rose could cry
I found a rose in my hand But, her sight was prettier than the rose But, as she fluttered by, time froze So, for another day, I kept it close I had a rose in my hand But, our eyes didn’t meet; it started raining But, for a shelter, she went inside running And, we, silhouettes in a way, were left remaining I took a rose in my hand But, the bell rang too long, yet I waited to see But, a little angel opened and oh so shy was she And as she ran inside, I left; the rose still with me I lay silent, a rose in my hand But, no words those forsaken lips could say But, my old, red heart hadn’t turned grey And those perfumed petals didn’t wilt away
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
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