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A Withered Rose
A wilted rose is dying
Its petals falling in the wind
Like pieces of my heart
Trails of red petals scattered in the air
Like little droplets of blood
Dripping from my heart
So like the withered rose am I
Dying inside in the pool of blood
Gushing from the wound in my heart
Its petals falling in the wind
Like pieces of my heart
Trails of red petals scattered in the air
Like little droplets of blood
Dripping from my heart
So like the withered rose am I
Dying inside in the pool of blood
Gushing from the wound in my heart
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