Long Stem Red Rose
Long Stem Red Rose
It was her favorite
she was going to use them
in her wedding.
But today we are laying them
on her grave,
Why do things like this happen?
to such a beautiful young lady.
Why did she take her own life?
What caused her to change?
They said, in the room where she was found
there were long stem red roses everywhere.
There was one rose with a note,
He laid, cheated, stole
and most of all he was married.
I am tired, I most go now.
Let him live with it.
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