Across the light blue sky
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There are nothing but clouds
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And all the trees once green
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Have dropped their lifeless leaves
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Where is the blackest rose
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The only one I would choose
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Her colourful bloom's all I need
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For my dark ego to feed
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On the search for the flower desired
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Find the way, find the way to her
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Through the shadows by shining fire
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Find the way
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The search for the black rose has ended here
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She is standing right in front of my eyes
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I'm kneeling down, stretch my hand to pick
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The flower to quench my desire
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My heart bleeds as the bloom loses all her colours
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My finger bleeds as a thorn pricks it
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She hurts others for not being hurt herself
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...Hurt herself
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Wounds heal and you'll see
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That a rose is not only there to hurt you
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Beyond the dark grey clouds
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There is nothing but light
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At night the stars will shine bright
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When wind thrusts the grey clouds aside
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I see red roses in bloom
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Their beauty and nothing like gloom
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Only a fool couldn't see
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What I've just discovered for me
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Thorn Of A Rose
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| Dark At Dawn |
