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Wilting Rose

There's a sadness in her smile

And her touch is so so cold

You can tell she doesn't belong here

She feels centuries old



Her hair hangs about her tear-stained face

And she buries it once more into her hands

She can remember a time when she was loved

When she had a place in this land



Now she is a nobody

A nobody with no name

They'll never know who she used to be

They never ask why she came