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Her loneliness wrong, without much song,
Until in his hands, he came along,
There were roses.

It didn’t take long, soon there was marriage
Love without beginning, love without age,
There were roses.

Their love so caring and free,
Twas as love was meant to be,
There were roses.

And one fine spring day she died,
By her grave on either side,
There were roses.

After years upon years, an empty bed,
and by his side, where once she’d laid her head,
There were roses.

Placed in his heart, never more to die,
His life long love made him to sigh,
There were roses.

Time has passed, on his death bed he now lies,
And looking at the death stare of his eyes,
There are roses.

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