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One last rose
and one last kiss is what I'll give you before I'm missed. The darkness has once again entered my heart and blown our simple loving lives apart. I'm sorry I wasn't what you wanted me to be. I'm sorry I was weak. I'm sorry I was me. So in this poem I give you one loast rose. I give you one last kiss, before in a coffin I'm enclosed.
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