A white rose,
In my mind,
A living symbol of peace.
But everything living must die.
The first petal falls,
Friends hating friends.
The second petal falls,
Happiness comes to an end.
The third petal falls,
The war of truth is now filled with lies.
The fourth petal falls,
A whole nation dies.
The fifth petal falls,
The world is no more.
The rest of the rose dies,
What was all the fighting for.
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