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rose


the roses petals slowly fall, 
showering one and all,
with joy and sorow,
hope for a new tomorrow.
Each petal is as red as the fires flame, 
Great beauty without a name.
The candles flame makes silloughettes,
You wanted to share this dance so let's.
That shadow looks like a child playing,
That one looks like a mother swaying,
There's a bookeeper dusting a book,
While a theif returns while he took.
Life is full of joy and pain,
Now the petals come down like rain.