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Crystal clear I see the rose is frail.
The thorns hide easily in its beauty.
As I go to grasp it in my hand,
my heart is torn beating from my chest.
Let me be captivated by your beauty,
then let me fall from your grace unto my broken knees.
Close my eyes so tightly: the tears are welling up.
You aren't worth the waste of the salt or the water.
-atreyu