Our love is like a rose,
Full and beautiful at first,
But starts to wither away,
Pieces falling like petals
Until it finally dies
Though there's still that little bit of color
On the edges
As a
reminder
Of
What
was
Our love is like a rose,
Full and beautiful at first,
But starts to wither away,
Pieces falling like petals
Until it finally dies
Though there's still that little bit of color
On the edges
As a
reminder
Of
What
was
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