This once red rose, that sits upon my desk
It just looks at me, while it's saying to save it from death
But there's nothing left in me, to save another soul
For I have tried before, and I have failed
I do not want to be accused of this death
As it sits there, slowly turning to black
This once red rose, sits upon my desk

Now this black, depressive rose calls out my name

 
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