Forget the rose,
It has no thorns...
It's fake and fakeness
Has no soul,
Forget the future,
Let it be ,
Find all the creatures,
Let them see
That time flies by ,
But we remain,
And all who cry
Try to convey
The thoughts that fill
Their broken minds,
And words that heal
Those troubled kinds...
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