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- May 1, 2007
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- 53
She loves me, she loves me not
The rose is plucked, the petals dropped
and one by one they disappear,
Fading to the ground
You start with hope, and believe
but before the end you want to leave
You feel as if your promise
will fade when it's done
She loves me, she loves me not
It's near the end, your heart stops
as the final petal, falls to the ground.
You look down at it, in silence
Though the flower was just a stub
two petals fell, leaving the nub
So now, what was the outcome
Is it love, or loneliness?
The rose is plucked, the petals dropped
and one by one they disappear,
Fading to the ground
You start with hope, and believe
but before the end you want to leave
You feel as if your promise
will fade when it's done
She loves me, she loves me not
It's near the end, your heart stops
as the final petal, falls to the ground.
You look down at it, in silence
Though the flower was just a stub
two petals fell, leaving the nub
So now, what was the outcome
Is it love, or loneliness?