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Rugged Roses
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tell me with yer eyes
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in silence let them ring
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the precious humming of our hearts
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in silence let them sing
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may our phantoms find there places
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where ever that may be
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let only the sound of love dear echo endlessly
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for you for me
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I won't wait a week and pine for a love that isn't there
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we will watch the river flow past pretty flowers growing there
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and the gravity and spin will pass by freely in the wind
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to find us quiet in the sunset two old rugged roses
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planted firmly by the riverbed
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let the tender petals fall
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like yer long cascading hair
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let the volume of yer moans
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deny no passion in the air
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and from the center of my bones
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I'll kiss often and with care
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but not every kiss is always placed so keenly
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Rugged Roses
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