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<center>Stealing breath,
stealing beauty,
piercing to look at,
cold steady eyes.
Twilight zoning,
the sun streaking through,
the black forest frowning,
the wind howling.
Bled forever on,
to paint the world red,
white winter rose
still holding on, till
that last breath.
A sound to take
one breaths away,
to diminish and disappear,
gone out into the sea,
the rose still sitting,
in this dark forest,
its beauty too
overpowering.
Oh White
Winter Rose that
bled at the night,
White Winter Rose
who took all fame,
fair to gaze upon,
hearts to take.
Sorrowful and Joyful,
sight and sound not
to be heard.
White Winter Rose,
come back, come back
and let yourself be known.
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