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317 B
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2018-02-13 00:00:00 +0000 |
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Rose | poetry |
I thought my heart was broken, Or its voice far too soft-spoken Until I walked past by a grave.
It was normally unkempt and bare, But today a rose sings it a prayer: A somber song their lover gave.