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A Red, Red Rose ---- Potd
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
It's perfect; I pick it for my friend dear.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
There on his grave, I stand where wild shrubs grew,
how can I ever stop even one tear?
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
How the man had died I’d wish to pursue.
Thinking of it my heart is full of fear
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
God knew how much he played with his canoe.
Why did he have to paddle to the pier?
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
Was it a freak wave that made him fall through?
Indeed the whole affair was rather dreer
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
I kneel in prayer as if in a pew,
for now, all are left without any cheer.
I see a red, red rose covered with dew.
My lonely heart is strained and I feel blue.
Copyright ©
Victor Buhagiar
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