The song of life, the song of death.
The song of life, the song of death..
I have sang the song of life and I have sang the song of death.
The songs to celebrate life and death.
Once upon a beautiful story, I found a Scottish flower,
as pretty as she could be.
The sun caressed sun-kissed her daily and
the rain gave her blood and strength.
Many came to see her.
She was the prettiest rose in the garden.
They would adore her and worship her perfection and beauty.
Like all flowers. In late August.
She would slowly die and many would mourn her.
But I knew in the Spring.
My dear Scottish rose would bloom again.
My Scottish rose taught me.
The song of life, the song of death.
We will know both.
Coyote
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