and here I lie

Ah, life is but a rose
thornless and tender
as sunrise wakes
her garden yonder

and here I lie
in shaken repose
where dreams beguile
dreams of thine rose

for thou art sweet
innocent, and true
and here I lie
despondent and blue

Life is but a rose
whose petals sing
in airy distractions
with thorns as strings

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