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to stop you from doing your best my sweet. You always played your tunes so well and sang your songs with love and grace. You always walked that extra mile to bring that special rose of red just to see that smile so bright upon her loving face. You danced at sunset, woke at sunrise, wrote that song before I woke, when I did, you handed me, those words you wrote with a rose of red, and a kiss good-bye. Vote for this poem
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