You want to liven a dry rose,
Return to everthing be was-
Everthing the connected us,
But nothing happens just in life,
That everthing the was is gone,
Remained the only dead rose...
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The only dead rose...
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We could happiest of the all
Be one of beauty flowers on the world;
But, fate decided of everthin the otherwise,
The petals spill in scattered dance,
You kiss them scarlet lips-but it's all in vain:
Our rose is deat...
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Our rose is deat...
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Do not be sad, do not need tears,
Spring will come and other flowers will appear,
They will be more a beauty than the those,
They will shine brighter then the sun.
But keep the dry rose-
In memory of me-about the lost love...
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In memory for me-about the lost love...
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Dry Rose
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