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When the rose is dead,
The room red
And you’re alone in your bed;
It will enter your head
Why the rose is dead.

The lies and the cries
Became bigger in size
She slowly flies
Away from your eyes
Until the rose dies.

They did not anticipate
To become what they hate.
Thought they could be great
Wanted to start with a clean slate,
But it was too late.

Everything was said.
Both have bled
And the rose is dead.

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