A young boy saw a little red rose. It bloomed there in the bright heights. He asked how lover if he would fetch it for him. He wants it and that's okay. So it was and will always be, he wants it and that's the custom. Whatever he wants, he gets. Deeper Wells must be dug if you want clear water. Little Red-Rose, oh Little Red-Rose. Deeper Wells still don't run. The boy's lover climbs the height in torment. The view doesn't interest him. The little red rose is the only thing on his mind. He brings the rose to his beautiful sweetheart. He wants the little rose and that's okay. So it was and will always be, he wants it and that's the custom. Whatever he wants, he gets. Deeper Wells must be dug if you want clear water. Little Red- Rose, oh Little Red- Rose. Deeper Wells still don't run. At his boots, some of the stones break. He doesn't want to be on the height And a blood curling scream let's everyone know this, but he must continue for his sweetheart. Deeper Wells must be dug if you want clear water. Little Red- Rose, oh Little Red- Rose. Clear water still does not run.
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De TodoJust the shit that goes on in my head warning some of the things I write may be triggers so do read with some caution 🙏🙏
