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The scent of roses |
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Embraces me |
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And the Thorn |
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Bird is singing |
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United in suffering |
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Blood trickles from my wounds |
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The stigma of my greed |
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The artificial rose never dies |
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But I'm ravished by the wild rose |
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It smells most beautiful |
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When it's dying |
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My private |
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Heaven My private |
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Lake of Tears |
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My private |
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Temple Of |
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Crystal Ice |
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At the Edge |
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Of Sanity |
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I've built the |
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Castle Of |
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Sand Trying to hide |
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In depth of soul |
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I shred of mortality |
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Is unavailing |
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Fear will find it |
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Bitter rain falls down |
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From the clouds of my eyes |
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I've found purpose in life |
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To be always in motion |
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The rose my wither |
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But you cannot keep its smell |
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Please put one red wild rose on my grave... [written by P.Maslanka] |
