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Ohh the hidden thorns of my love
   when truth and care's not held above
   when snake is symbol of white dove
Ohh the hidden thorns of my love

Secret glances Secret thoughts
   when friendly truth begins to rot
   and "friends" become what they were not
  innocent in gestures act they all as jesters. The hot
 fire of the nova; you catalysts cause the explosion
 the implosion, and imposing of fake reality to which goes my emotion
  and I react to my pact, "Do best by all I see". I react to my reality
   this can't be helped, but you can't see
 Blinded are you for eternity. By your
Secret glances Secret thoughts

What right to love if by but my own will and Soul?
I'd Rather die.
  'Tis dark I see when harked to me
is ever only constantly 
  that truth lies in but mine eyes
   and good is all but what I see
What right to love if by but my own will and Soul?
I'd Rather die.

But 'tis you in fact who'd rather see
   my untimely end than truest me.
  So I'll bind to my pact, "Do best by all I see".
    And I'll live life on my own through my reality.
  Such ignorance on your part that
But 'tis you in fact who'd rather see
   my untimely end than truest me.

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