Once Upon a Tombstone
Once upon a tombstone,
There lay a single white rose.
Of whom a stranger left,
Many years ago.
But this rose was quite odd,
For it never wilted or blew away.
It guarded the grave like a loyal dog or friend.
In rain or shine,
Through wind and snow.
This rose is my love for you.
Something that will never die.
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