| Gone, gone away,
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| Gone away,
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| Almost nothing to do.
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| Gone away,
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| Now I’m far from you,
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| Though I’m alone now,
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| And there’s nobody near,
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| I hush my voice,
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| Lest they should hear;
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| My prayers go up to the sky,
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| Deep within me I die,
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| I’ll never cry,
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| No-one must see me this way.
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| Left, left to find,
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| Someone kind,
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| Who won’t leave me behind,
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| Who will guide me,
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| When I am blind;
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| Soothe my brow,
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| When thoughts hurt my brain;
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| Help me love,
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| When faced with pain.
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| I long to find someone who,
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| Will remind me of you,
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| Only the black rose knows what I will do.
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| Silence, silence now,
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| Not a sound,
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| Stillness everywhere now,
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| And the trees,
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| To the wind gently bow,
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| Only visions of the past and the gloom,
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| And for the moment you’re in the room,
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| And just as flowers bloom and die,
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| No-one watching to cry,
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| Only the black rose stands up to the sky.
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| Only the black rose stands up to the sky.
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| Only the black rose. |