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wilted flower in a field of roses.
In a field of roses, one wilted bloom
Lies are forgotten, all alone in its doom
No sun or water, no love or care
It withers away, its beauty once fair
The petals fall, one by one
Until it's just a stem, no longer fun
It's all alone, with no...
Lies are forgotten, all alone in its doom
No sun or water, no love or care
It withers away, its beauty once fair
The petals fall, one by one
Until it's just a stem, no longer fun
It's all alone, with no...
