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Like a Rose
Why cant you see what you mean to me, I love you the way you are, As time went by, your love for me started to slowly fade away, You left me alone and I just can’t live my life this way. We had lots of good times, Do you remember our first day? When you took my trembling hand, Then you turned and kissed me that way, Lip’s so warm and tender, Touch softer than a rose, I never wanted to part, Now I cry for that thorn in your rose is now a thorn in my heart. I fantasize about holding you tight and taking you in my arms again, I miss your love so much, I need your touch and to hear your voice calling my name, My love, The rose’s I gave you are still in the vase you put them in before, Now there dieing away, What can I say to make these rose’s bloom once more? Like a rose in the rain, Tears roll down my face. Like a rose in the sun, The memories start to come. When I think of you the good times start rolling back, And now your red, red rose, Our red, red rose, Has turned black.
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