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Rose
Deep, amid stems of
Glassy indifference,
Of concentrated perfection,
Of cool idealistic stares,
And amid the strands falling across metaphorical, Rose
One hand on the wall
Cars humming past,
Deep,
Amid the controlled manner
The tenth time you nearly,
Light switch on
Rose opening
Thorn
Eyes sharpen
The thorn is shown,
Rebuked, scorn, cold
For
Even the reddest rose
Good night
Deep, amid stems of
Glassy indifference,
Of concentrated perfection,
Of cool idealistic stares,
And amid the strands falling across metaphorical, Rose
One hand on the wall
Cars humming past,
Deep,
Amid the controlled manner
The tenth time you nearly,
Light switch on
Rose opening
Thorn
Eyes sharpen
The thorn is shown,
Rebuked, scorn, cold
For
Even the reddest rose
Good night
Every rose has a thorn
Like every night has a dawn
Just like every cowboy, sings a sad sad song
every rose has a thorn
Like every night has a dawn
Just like every cowboy, sings a sad sad song
every rose has a thorn
Rose
Deep, amid stems of
Glassy indifference,
Of concentrated perfection,
Of cool idealistic stares,
And amid the strands falling across metaphorical, Rose
One hand on the wall
Cars humming past,
Deep,
Amid the controlled manner
The tenth time you nearly,
Light switch on
Rose opening
Thorn
Eyes sharpen
The thorn is shown,
Rebuked, scorn, cold
For
Even the reddest rose
Good night
Deep, amid stems of
Glassy indifference,
Of concentrated perfection,
Of cool idealistic stares,
And amid the strands falling across metaphorical, Rose
One hand on the wall
Cars humming past,
Deep,
Amid the controlled manner
The tenth time you nearly,
Light switch on
Rose opening
Thorn
Eyes sharpen
The thorn is shown,
Rebuked, scorn, cold
For
Even the reddest rose
Good night