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The Red, Red Rose
A drop of red in a field of white, A single red, red rose standing above the snow. Why it didn't freeze, no one knows, A patch of hope in the barren land. A small glimmer of light. A single red, red rose. The last piece of humanity left, The last of life the Earth will see. A single red, red rose above the snow, The very last of nature's beauty, Why it didn't freeze, no one knows. A single red, red rose. As time goes on, the rose will die, The light will fade, The hope will be no more The Earth will come to pass away, As the petals, from the rose, are torn, But for now the single red, red rose, Stands above the frozen snow. Unless, the hope can be restored, With love and care, the rose will grow. It will shimmer like a light, And it will spread it's seed, Spread it's hope. It will stand above the snow, And finally, why it didn't freeze, People will know. The cold and barren wasteland, That is covered with snow, Will become green again, And it all started with, The single red, red rose That stood above the snow.
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