I fell on a barren planet
Soulless, no body respired
For every breath was plunged in misery
There was hatred for life and tears inspired
No joy was natural and absolute
Every smile was corrupted by sorrow
There I found a black rose with aroma
Of her hair and I woke to a gloomy morrow
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