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Roses With No Thorns Upon their Stems

There were no thorns upon the stems
That she held in her hand there
Being as false as the love that did not exist
Though I loved: her: she did not care…

I, heartbroken, shed silent tears
Hidden to the world behind dry eyes
Bitterest sobs are the silent ones
Unshed, unknown, by he who never cries

Who the world sees always smiling
Where passions and pains will always miss
Roses without thorns, and love unrequited
As distant as a smile is from a kiss

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