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That Orange Rose
That Orange Rose
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I was an orange rose, my petals wandering in the sun's horizon slightly tender, with a strong desire.
The muffled fears crept growing as a weed in my garden of melody.
Whilst I was desperately conciliated, I lost my purpose in the midway.
Perhaps I'm near the edge of the ridge yet I'm not afraid of falling down again.
