The Wild Rose
Imagine carrying a
Century worth of memories
Back at the train station
Where you said goodbye
Singing canaries chirping
Hoping to fly
Back when you were a lad
In the hopes of being called a man
You let her stay behind
All is fair in love and war you said
Leaving a wild rose to show you cared
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