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The True Tale of the RosesDecember breeze blows along the frosted path, Where winter roses bloom. The fragrance so crisp and sweet, That life around halts.The True Tale of the Roses
The diamonds of colours wink away, Into the starless sky. Hoping that maybe there may be a friend, Who replies to the soundless gesture.
Even if man may have eyes to see, He never truly sees; The beauty that nature may bring to bare, Wasteland yonder.
Still they sway in the December breeze. Waiting for the truly majestic praises, That when it comes it really precedes the bare, Wasteland yonder.
Guess it's about the same here
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and to the stars we will return.
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