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[bodytext] => New Life The white rose Dripping in water Held by those above The black rose Soaked in blood Is what you hold The red rose Dripping in tears Held by your beloved The thorns adorn Your head from what you said The thorns Glisten in the mourn With your heart torn And hatred born I hold the black rose That you've left behind Death is what you chose And the red rose dies But the white rose is given life [comments] => 6 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 25 [informant] => essentially9 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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