Sorrow
The rose is full the emblem
of the thief, skull and crossbones
the compositor of grief;
love purloins the heart,
envy steals the soul
and darkness shrouds the day.
Life is hard and tragedy is tough,
downheartedness is hard to take;
to break the bond of sorrow
means an effort of the will,
once overcome the sun's caress
will bless your window sill!
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