Roses

Some say that they search

For a rose among weeds

Casting away the others

Like ungrown seeds

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Just throwing them to the ground

And tramping all over

Knocking them aside

Like an unlucky clover

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Some roses are white

The purest of them all

And the love dare not

Ever let them fall

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Some roses are red

So beautiful and kind

Everyone can see that

Even if they're blind

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Yet some roses are black

They were the weeds

They have grown into roses

From those little seeds

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The black roses have

Been through it all;

They weren't pretty enough,

They let them fall

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This rose has learned

That to survive

You must be

The toughest rose alive

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So if you pick this rose,

Be careful;

This rose has thorns

The End

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