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When the last rose blooms, i will pick it for you, My one true person, i hold to my heart, The one, who i look at and say, oh my, She is the blossom, infront of my eyes. I think of the times, the days, the hours, When i stare at her picture, visions running awild, And as the last rose dies, So does my love for her, running away, as if a wild stallion has come. And as the new season approaches, I try my best, at another attempt, to find the best. Another attempt, another fail, What am i, a og...