He gave her a dozen roses
Six pure white, six dark black
He said ‘these represent our love,
The things we have, and what we lack’
She threw them into a river
And said to him, ‘I’m done’
She didn’t want to be with him,
If he couldn’t see the fun
So now he watches the river
The petals floating by
And wonders what went wrong
When the love began to die
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