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02-19-2008, 09:53 PM | #2945 (permalink) |
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The rose will wither in the days to come However, not the memories of where it is from. In a vase stands tall your rose, When it dies, I will find a book To press its Memory for a later look, your Precious rose will never die, To live on, a feast for Someone’ else’s eyes. Written by Charles Garcia 2005 |
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