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Ghost of a Rose
The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue...
A maiden fair, in despair,
once had met her true love there and she told him...
She would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."
Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber ...
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