I planted a Rose,
In front of my house
Seasons changed,
one by one
Spring came to peek a boo,
and hear the birds coo
No sign of a flower,
Yet the thorns
Sting me deep,
Until I weep
In front of my house
Seasons changed,
one by one
Spring came to peek a boo,
and hear the birds coo
No sign of a flower,
Yet the thorns
Sting me deep,
Until I weep
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