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If I Were the Last Red Rose...
Should I fade with the light of dawn; the last of the pure white roses. Would you notice that I am gone as the sunlight then imposes? Should I wither within the day; would you know I am nearing death? Would you then stop to look my way; or, ignore my last weary breath. Were I adored by someone new would you give me to them freely; or would you keep me just for you though you no longer look at me. If I were the rose of desire; instead of the pallid and pure. Would you look to me to inspire passionate beauty and allure? Oh, if I were the last red rose; instead of the innocent white perhaps at last you would expose the doors to your heart and invite? But I am not the bold red flame and I cannot rival love's shade. There are none that can bear the blame; as one by one my petals fade. I was not born to seek great fame; nor could I ever catch your eye. I am a rose without a name; and like everything I shall die. If I were the last rose of red you'd hold the promise of love near; cherishing my petals though dead and forever hold me as dear.
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