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Once upon a time,
Or so these things go,
That there once was a Rose,
A Rose of white without woe.
It bloomed there alone,
On field of Spring green,
In pure blissful solitude that Rose,
It had potential great Power, unseen.

But then one day,
On a birght, peaceful day,
Clouds blew over that peaceful field,
Bringing trouble with, on their way.
They surrounded the field,
And came with them Armies,
On one side one stood ready,
And their opposing army, their enemies.

Time each passed by,
Both sides were brutally murdered.
Both friend and foe lie dead,
And there was one more rendered.
He lie there, silently,
And here's what he said,
"Last what I saw near me,
A white Rose, covered in red."