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The Black Rose

written by: Fallen Engel



Existing in my paradise lost in thought, trying to figure out this so-called life
I didn't realize you'd run into my long silver knife, cry out.
Thundering roses with blood red thorns, didn't mean to impale the skin, but never the more.
Pull out the dagger and watch the crimson flow like a blood fall, Oh woe is me, Oh woe is me.
You have disappeared into the capacious flame colored sea.

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