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Across the light blue sky |
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There are nothing but clouds |
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And all the trees once green |
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Have dropped their lifeless leaves |
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Where is the blackest rose |
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The only one |
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I would choose |
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Her colourful bloom's all |
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I need For my dark ego to feed |
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On the search for the flower desired |
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Find the way, find the way to her |
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Through the shadows by shining fire |
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Find the way |
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The search for the black rose has ended here |
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She is standing right in front of my eyes |
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I'm kneeling down, stretch my hand to pick |
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The flower to quench my desire |
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My heart bleeds as the bloom loses all her colours |
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My finger bleeds as a thorn pricks it |
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She hurts others for not being hurt herself ... |
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Hurt herself |
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Wounds heal and you'll see |
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That a rose is not only there to hurt you |
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Beyond the dark grey clouds |
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There is nothing but light |
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At night the stars will shine bright |
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When wind thrusts the grey clouds aside |
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I see red roses in bloom |
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Their beauty and nothing like gloom |
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Only a fool couldn't see |
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What I've just discovered for me |
