ᴋɪssᴇs ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs,
ⵊ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs,
ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs,
ⵊ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴs ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ,
ⵊ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ.
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In the whispers of the roses and the moon of midnight
Fantasy𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚘�...
