RoseI call her Rose And she is beautiful with fine, Brown hair and her fathers Deep blue eyes. I call her Rose. She is ours and I cry At the sight of someone so Small and so perfect. I call her Rose. She was God's gift, but I laughed At Him and gave her back. I call her Rose But we weren't ready For my greatest dream And my worst nightmare. I call her Rose And now I cry because I'll never see her smile Or climb a tree Or fall in love Or call me Mommy. I call her Rose And I miss her, in my heart And in my dreamsRose
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