O Rose! Why thou art so sad?
Because I feel really bad.
Why thou art dipped in sorrow?
As there will be no morrow.
What is thy pain?
Because I am in vain.
Why thou art shed tears?
In the memory of past years.
Why thou art in despair?
Beacuse no one took my care.
Where did thy petals fly away?
The strong wind blew them away.
How did thy leaves dry?
Because the sun made me cry.
Don't you have happy memories?
They have all become stories.
With whom do you your sorrows share?
With a true friend like you, who's so rare.
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