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The rose
There is a rose in a small town
The rose is as red as sunset
From the grey floor it has been grown
As in a mind grows a secretThe rose is loved, you can't deny
Little colour cutting the air
Unique star in joyless sky
The evidence life is not fairCause all the joy and happiness
All these feelings are being kept
In nothing more, in nothing lessThan in a rose that in its wave
Of different reds had sadness swept
Little rose grown on my love's grave.Ce n'est pas vraiment le thème, mais j'y ai pensé par la suite :)
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