ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏʀɴs ᴏꜰ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴏsᴇ,
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ,
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀs,
ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ⵊ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀʟʟ ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ,
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴʟᴇss ʀᴏsᴇs.
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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�...
