There are the roses and there are the thorns
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There's a time for happiness and there's a time to mourn
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There's a time to love then when love is faded and worn
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Oh oh instead of the roses there are the thorns
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Once there was spring and the flowers were gentle and sweet
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I inhaled the goodness of love and my life was complete
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I reached for a rose and its petals were crushed by my touch
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Oh oh I love too hard and the thorns are now hurtin' too much
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Winter comes on with no mercy for those unpreapared
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Coldness creaps in on a heart that a dead love needs bared
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Loving too much leaves a wreckage like that of a storm
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Yes it does instead of the roses now I am holding the thorns
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Roses and thorns so close together they grow
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Fladness and sadness emotiones that everyone knows
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When there is one the other can't be far behind oh no
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I've held the rose and the stem with the thorns is now mine
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Roses and thorns so close together...
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Roses And Thorns
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| Jeannie C. Riley |
