The Rose

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There sits a rose on the top of a hill
Not many have dared to climb
For if one ever got to the top of this hill
They’d feel nothing short of divine
They say the climb is threatening to life
The dangers are more than a few
But once you climb to its heavenly height
The Love will enchant within you
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Desperate with wonder I took my quest
I traveled to find this place
I looked up to the top from my bottom view
A nervous chill paled my face
Afraid to move closer, challenged by fear
But then the hill began to glow
It invited me up so I started to climb
Towards a secret that I shouldn’t know 
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I was halfway up when I looked down
The wind almost blew me away
Then a vine appeared so I grabbed on tight
And kept going up on my way
I hoped to succeed, I knew I was close
When the vibrant red light warmed the air
I felt all the beauty enter my heart
Nothing else could ever compare 
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I finally pulled towards the end of the way
And the rose appeared to shine
I reach up in hopes to touch the rose
But I needed one more pull up the vine
I pulled with my life, eyes glued to the rose
And a thorn pricked my hand and I gave
So I started to fall towards the pull of Love’s spell
And I fell right into my grave
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