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***I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly, so I'll begin at the end.
*** Rose, can I come down to your garden? I can only wilt flowers
***Your letters I've tied with a strand of your hair. In a breast-pocket safe, they keep talking
***Though I am empty, so much to bury. I will not be mourned.
***Rain, make us mud. In spring we bloom as one.
***I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly, so I'll begin at the end.
*** Rose, can I come down to your garden? I can only wilt flowers
***Your letters I've tied with a strand of your hair. In a breast-pocket safe, they keep talking
***Though I am empty, so much to bury. I will not be mourned.
***Rain, make us mud. In spring we bloom as one.