The glass vase is dirty
The leaves are fading
The roses are wilting
Everything is dead, dying
I wish I could stop it all
The petals are falling
The thorns have become weak
The stems can no longer hold what beauty they used to have
Colors of brown, black, and dark red
Won't it stop?
They're not okay
They die more and more each and every day
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