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Call it my bad luck or his
But who has ever escaped the fate
And it's consequences that always endures 
"Duty calls my dear, I must obey
But I know you won't forget me, 
I shall always think of you though far away 
Though war may take me far away.
And, and !
Do me a favour.
When I'll be dead, 
Do not forget to take 
Out of my pocket, the rose red." 
With tears in my eyes, I heard 
Every word
While I hugged him hard.
For I never could apprehend 
It were his last words.

Now here I stand 
In front of your grave.
I stood near his corpse.
His fragrant body odour gradually
Mixed with the earth's pungent scent.
I kissed his cold forehead 
And let him sleep in the deep soil bed.

The rose had lost all its delicacy
So did my mind. 
And now after the time 
As long as he lived,
His memories still remain
My happiest pain. 
When people ask me
"Your favourite bookmark?"
"This"
I smile with tears in my eyes 
And show them 
The dried rose.

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