A rose, sweet and innocent,
Grew in a field alone,
It was kind and beautiful,
But it still had it's thorns.
One day a man was in the field,
And saw the rose alone,
He plucked it from the ground,
And then he took it home.
He showed it to his girlfriend,
And knelt down on one knee,
And then pulled out a diamond ring,
For all the world to see.
All things die... New and old,
No matter how beautiful and sweet-
But really it's their purpose,
That makes their life complete.
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