As the last rose wilts, in the garden of life,
And darkness fills every heart.
Can hope be recieved by the decieved,
As we greive for what we have lost?
Leave behind the sadness and misery,
Let the shadows in each heart dissapear.
Take back the world which we live in,
Take back the sun and the light.
Let joy appear once more.
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