A Flower in a Dying World
I stand on a cliff of a dying land
But I look down, and a rose makes a stand
It has spiky, oval leaves, looking like a hand
But then I wonder, how could such a perfect thing be in a dying land?
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I stand on a cliff of a dying land
But I look down, and a rose makes a stand
It has spiky, oval leaves, looking like a hand
But then I wonder, how could such a perfect thing be in a dying land?