The crimson rose
The crimson rose held in her hand
Resembled the life she once had
Beautiful and triupfant it showed
But the thorns made sure red water flowed
Everyones tears will water the rose
while the coffin closed
Her time was too quick
Just like the rose that was picked
But they were different in one way
The girl chose the day
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