quite long ago in early days
when times were different in their ways
a rose was challenged by a bear
to show how much it loved to care
for other life and for his kind
a change that she would never mind
the rose took off and learned to feel
and even how to mend and heal
and when she finally returned
to prove what she had really learned
the bear would hug her greetingwise
and instantly he'd know her lies
she could behave and try to be
all tenderness and harmony
but all along her thorns would sting
it's just so naturally her thing
now all the bear could do to it
was just as proudly to admit
that he had claws as sharp as knives
since this is how a bear survives
so he could likewise not be true
and all they both could feel was blue
but blue made both of them so weak
that they could no more hit their peak
they landed heavy on the ground
where they were never ever found
and in the very very end
in shades of grey the two would blend
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