《Time to Fly》Today I Picked Roses

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Today I picked roses

Fingers pricked with thorns

Tears watered the garden

The heart is scorn

Glass of water, it sits

Slowly it wilts away

A soul dissipating in thin air

It happens every single day

How does something so sweet

Disappear so easily?

Missing the happiness of youth

The sky is gloomy

Today I picked roses

A reflection in the lawn

Is the mirror false?

Or is she truly gone?

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