By: Brianna Lee Hubler
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Nothing ever fades that should Valhalla is reserved only For the worthy and good The things of Hades creep Climb out from underground They never truly die Like scars upon the body Or upon the heart They never truly die But as for beauty, love, and I The baby in my arms The smile upon my face Grows, withers, and departs Like the last red rose of Summer