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Dead Roses
Dead are the roses that you sent to me
The words you said as well
Everyone said to me you'd put me through Hell
Gone the Memory of your kiss on my waiting lips
Why you went away I don't understand
Was my love not enough for you in dear the end
They say for everybody one true love exists
How could you make my heart bleed
Was it just lust you felt for me, born out of greed
De...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:19 pm
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