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I would tell you about her A beautiful Rosa... La Bella Rosa She looked beautiful in all her moves Seen attractive in all her sight Even a simple smile she gave when we passed She spread all her beauty, And had never asked it back; She looked on us as we were her beloved one. Her past was covered by cheers that never left from her Her future seemed determined from people thought She hadn't refused Neither protested when all fell in wrong path, She just smiled. She had days when people pointed their fingers at her met times while blame came after her She got the tears fallen in her silent grieve. Yet she wouldn't let others know How deep was her sorrow. Then a day was come, La Bella Rosa met her last She left people behind closed her eyes and hid her smile She passed People talked, Told all her bad while she was alive People talked, Came to her last eternal place. And told her beauty and her cheers, Even one who blamed and pointed her as were right one. He kept silent in front of her tomb. Now La Bella Rosa was gone. People grieved; They cried; Among smiles she had ever shown, Real happiness finally comes into her eternal smile. Then who does do the last cry? When all cried she was the one who keep the smile. |