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Something made from thorns |
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Blooming to chain my mind |
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The banner of pain held |
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By the servants of life |
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The thistle in the eye |
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Remains of mystery to me |
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The torrent of blood streaming |
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The pulse of fear in my world |
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But one day I'll see my wild rose growing |
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In mellow twilight I meet you that day |
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Despite of fear there will be trust one day |
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My little rose, my little rose |
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You keep me going when times get too hard |
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You give me hope, you keep me strong |
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My little rose, my little rose |
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And one day I'll see my wild rose growing |
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No storm could hurt you, no pouring rain |
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Your will is tender - you teach me your way |
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My little rose, my little rose |
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And one day I'll see my wild rose growing |
