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Black roses grow beneath my feet
Thorns prick my soul no matter where I tread I give him my hand and our eyes meet Hanging my hope from a single thread I try my best to hide my tears My eyes close to conceal the pain My mind is overcome with fears I look up, there is no sign of rain Without rain the roses won't grow They dry and break nothing left but sand In my mind thoughts of joy flow On fertile soil together we stand |
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