When the sun has scorched your rose
And her leaves are curled and brown.
When the sky has promised rain
Yet you cannot see a cloud.
When you look for picture perfect
Yet, you find a dent and scratch,
That's the time you start to realize
Your dreams are mixed and matched!
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