• the rose that was in my sight
    taken by the thorn that was in my side
    so close to grasp my love
    yet was taken in a single shove
    face down in the gutter i lay
    while she has been taken to a bay
    with wine in one hand and in another hope
    i knew now there was no way to cope
    as i now being taken to a hospital bed
    i ask do not play for me, i'm already dead