Take the time
close your eyes
think of a rose in space
now touch it, down the stem
the prick of thorns on your skin
blood drips down your fingers
oh, does the beauty ever die?
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Daydreams
Poésiein a land of wonder, she built up her slumber twas an eternal slumber, in which she finally laid in peace.
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Take the time
close your eyes
think of a rose in space
now touch it, down the stem
the prick of thorns on your skin
blood drips down your fingers
oh, does the beauty ever die?
