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One by one the petals from this dying rose do fall
There’s a bed of fallen petals lying at my feet
And one by one the thorns do drop leaving its withering stem bare
And one by one its colours fade from red and green to brown.
It’s fading away, right before my eyes
A flower that was once so bright and full of life…
I was once a rose, so vibrant and free
With thorns upon my body as my armour against the world
But now I’ve begun to wither like this rose lying flat against my palm
My petals slowly falling as my time on Earth runs out
And as I watch this flower die I know that I soon will follow
But the seeds I’ve left behind will flourish
And the world will be full of roses long after tomorrow…