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Feeling cold November air.
Chilling my bones, blowing my hair.
My face feels numb with flowing tears,
You've been gone now, seven years.
Lonely despair seeps through my heart,
Because I know we are worlds apart.
I lay a red rose upon your grave,
My love for you, I will always save.
The times we've shared, I will cherish,
Although my memory will perish.
A glimpse of happiness, I can see,
When thining of you being with me.
Mother, I miss and love you so,
But I don't understand why you had to go.
Staring at the rose, I am taken aback,
Because, like my heart, it fades to black.