In the distance where the clouds rose,
I saw a rose where grew in wonder,
Calling me steady as I tear apart,
There’s a girl calling me away;
Then sought are more to forget,
How soon I shall never collect,
None the words than to spell
A restful plea in honour’s wait,
Reached before the light she waits,
Saw me again for my attempt,
Then asked that I stop and live,
I will not die as much as she,
A rose here is only to grow again,
I’ll water another for thee,
No more my hand to bleed,
A rose once I knew is freed,
The thorn long I scorn is gone,
My words to miss you dearest are done.

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