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Silver Rose 1996/2008 The last time I took the underground there were just two people and me stations shuffled by us one by one. The old man & his wife came near and sat a touch away I raised my eyes - she said excuse me son We know you more than you'll understand we may be strangers to you a kindness we would ask to help us travel on I said 'of course' and on my palm she placed a silver rose an envelope he passed into my other hand Take this flower and it's memories they will never fade and we will keep the promises we made The address was clear, I new the street in half a mile I was there the stairway not the kind of place I'd call. She looked at me with suspicious eyes till the rose lay in her hand she held the door as though perhaps she'd fall I told the tale of the subway car described the people I'd seen she whispered it's impossible, they've gone the letter trembled in her hand as tears fell from her eyes the words she read still with me in the dawn Take this flower and it's memories.....