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Alone again, or in a dream
Sometime's things are'nt just what they seem
Awake today, or in a slumber,
Somehow I think, I've lost your number
Walking through, a home alone,
These colors run, to what I've done
Alone within a crowded room,
Smelling life, and tasting gloom
A bud appears, alone at last,
The vine is climbing, very fast
The thorns are growing stronger still,
A lone rose bud, that cannot feel
Just when the flower starts to bloom,
Another comes, into the room
A wink, a smile, no longer lone,
The ardour of together shown
The colors shine a brighter hue,
Somehow these flowers look anew
Alone united, they are a pair
Loving life, without a care
One night I dreamed I smelled a rose
The color was the one I chose
I looked to find a chosen word
The silence was all that I heard
Just then the buds became as one
I heard the pounding of a drum
I knew right then The meaning of alone
A simple plan, to me was shown
Inhale the sweet smell of this life,
Together joy will become rife
Alone is good, if your a chair,
But people need to be a pair
The rose has shown me that together,
Love and beauty last forever
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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