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the night spoke ill and brought pain, within its peak will evil reign, for dark is the night the demons would rise, and sing the songs of mockery. then yet again he would reside, in the comfort of loneliness; in a garden in which he tied himself, filled with thorns ─ a means of defense ─ where he hid himself.
what is your name? do you have a place to go? Oh, could you tell me? whispered the single rose.
the lonely rose in the garden, he had faithfully discover, he wanted nothing but to change for, the one which symbolizes purity and originality, but he'll have to put on his mask whenever she's around;
i must hide because I am ugly, i am a run-down, it's my fate, don't smile on me, light on me, because I can't come to you, you know I can't show you me; give you me. in order to save you from myself, he answered. for the night showed his monstrous imperfections; but even knowing, the rose still called out, in the midst of the quiet night;
