Our leaves, like the rose, must soon wither and die.

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When in the lonely winter one longs
for the beauty and warmth of Spring
I miss your presence and the leaves of green
the last time your hand touched mine
before the ground became so cold
I will remember you with the fragrance of
A Single White Rose

Victoria Heim

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