Fall of rising heart

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It rises when the sun shines,
It falls when the rain pour,
It remains as 'we' have created,
It brokes when 1 of us sleep.

Its alive when the roses blooms,
Its dead when the roses glooms.

Where it goes it goes.
When it stay it stays.

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