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For can a dieing Rose
really impose? and if it can shall we let it stand, or crush it beneath our feet, as it tries to flee? And as the tears fall, The petals it balls. For what is it's worth? This dieing peice of earth is only a wilting flower and it's withheld power. Shall we let it die with grace? For this is The Dieing Pace.
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