  Here lies the roses that’s fading away, With their memories of a brighter day; Just like the heat, are withering them dear, The loss of your love brings sorrow and care. These roses go back to nature’s review, They’ll regain their lives and bloom anew, But if my poor heart could be repaired With kindness of nature which roses are shared ’Twould remove all sorrow and enter sweet refrain Then my heart would bud and bloom again. |
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