Her eyes were full of tears today,
Fifty years ago he'd passed away,
But her love continued eternally true,
For none but Billy would ever do.
The rose they planted together,
Each spring,continued to bloom,
In front of their tiny cottage,
Fifty years of fragrant perfume.
A scent surely scattered on loving angel wings!
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