What is this here?
Calm, serene
Never has seen the light of day
Never has glimpsed a beautiful past;
It went by too fast to pray
For a chance to give
A chance to earn
A chance to taste morning dew
A chance to follow when we can accept
That not all dreams come true.
This object here, so sad and beautiful
I sometimes hear it calling.
It is a flower, old and wise
It's a rose, one petal fallen.
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