Rose
A rose was left
On a bench in the park.
To whom was it ment
Like a piece of one’s heart?
The rose was dying
Leaf after leaf.
And someone was crying.
Deep in his grief.
On a bench in the park.
To whom was it ment
Like a piece of one’s heart?
The rose was dying
Leaf after leaf.
And someone was crying.
Deep in his grief.
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