She's a wilting rose... : Penwork

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The sun breaks above on the hills up ahead, the cold morning frost wets the faces of the dead.
I look to the dawn for a chance at life anew, the light responds softly and points me at you.
Rebirth is what I need to escape my many foes, but I know my love is lost, for she's a wilting rose.

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