To Each His Own

The Wild Rose must remain

with the sun and the rain

or its lovely promise won’t come true.

To Each His Own

I found my own

and my own is mine.

If a flame is to grow

there must be some fuel

To open each door there’s a key

I need you I know

I can’t let you go

your oil means too much to me.

More lips must insist

that you cannot wexit,

(ah heck! you know what it’s meant).

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