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Blue rose

Birth my blood,
of men and women.
It’s routs sinking,
in cold, wet mud

Birth by sorrow,
feasting on pain.
Hiding its face,
for tomorrow.

Here comes tomorrow,
and by surprise,
Blue roses lay,
Where this man died.

Its beauty shine,
so proud and high.
While everyone looks,
with eyes full of kind.

Yes, birth by blood and sorrow,
feasting on pain that it finds.
its true purpose was at hide,
this gift this man left behind.

Oh, beautiful rose,
gleaming in the light,
showing life,
with all its might.

Spreading hope and joy,
peace and warmth,
within everybody,
even small girls and boys.

Birth by blood,
feasting on pain,
blooming with hope,
what a mighty Blue rose.