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Death of Roses

A rose so red, oh rose so pure, your petals bloom your beauty lures

As if a flower of repose, my love for you eternal.

Lie down upon the dewy ground and float to heaven there abound.

As if so yonder of display, I love u even every day.

In life, in death, and time of rest.

Oh, rose don’t wither, purely stay.