And as the rose it withers And it’s petals on the wind they fly I feel my tears falling As I hang my head to cry. But as a new bud opens And the dew it slowly dries I see your spirit soaring As you wave your last goodbyes. You are my rose bud, mother With your beauty and your grace And with each and every rose bud I will always see your face.
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