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A rose is undressed, |
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The faint perfume fills the air, |
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Feel a thorn as it grazes your side but you know it's not the end of the world, |
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Words on your plate, |
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The cat run away with a lick, |
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Now you're sitting all by yourself in a room that's more blank than a stare, |
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Far away,You can find a place, |
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Where happy ends, begin, |
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A distant sound, |
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Can't escape the cotton air, |
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But an egg penetrates through the fog covered glass at the end of the world, |
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Crystal ball, |
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In the mudd, all the sky disappeared, |
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Thirsty vases rest headless on tables while curtains get snagged on the thorns, |
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Meet me there, |
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On a shooting star, |
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We can start again at the end of the world |
