'do not cry for dead roses,'
they say with ease.
they're making them into posies,
'stop killing them, please!'
do not cry for dead roses,
they won't come back to life
they dead on dim (en)closes
their thorns were just a knife...
do not cry for dead roses,
even though you're still alive
you wish that people would notice,
you're just trying to survive...
- just like those roses.
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