The Red Rose
THE RED ROSE
He loved me, because I asked him to
He stayed, upon my wish
But like all promises
They one day come to divide
He told a story of his future
How he doesn’t regret his past
Nothing about the present
I told a different one of mine
As night never seems to fail,
darkness always seems to signal the end
There were no words that should be said
He knew we would never see each other again
And I learned, with love
The roses aren’t always red
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