Each tear I cry

Will harden and dry

Change into a rose; soft and new

This gift I give to you

But please don't touch it

For it will surely split

It will gradually fall apart

Like the corners of my heart

So please leave it be

Admire it and think of me

I am small and fragile like this rose

So this's what I propose

Set in a vase high on the shelf

Where it will whither all by itself

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