| From the corner of the streets I found her
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| I picked a thorn and grew a rose
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| I tamed the wild life around her
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| And the book of her past is surely closed
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| Rose, don’t ever go away, aha
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| Rose, my bouquet
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| We tilled the soil of her fertile love
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| We picked the grace and drank the wine
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| We harvest of the fruit of her understanding
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| And the garden is sacred and all aboud
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| Rose, not twice the man that I was
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| Before our love began
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| But you had to go, the path was too strong
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| For us to hold on, Whoo
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| Then the winds came from the wrong direction
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| Blowing away all my love and my protection
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| I woke up one morning, with the early dawn
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| Just to find her gone
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| Like a bother far takes to the star gone
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| Without a warning, never say goodbye, gone
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| Rose was gone, gone
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| (Rose) And I don’t know where our love chills right
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| Leaving our hearts starting cold
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| For a rose has become the brush of the streets
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| And afar once again in the thought
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| Rose (Rose), (Rose, the petals of a rose) the petals of a rose
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| The rose pushes there (pushes there)
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| As only memories grow in there (as only memories grow in there)
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| Oh Rose, The petals of rose
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| Are pushing there (are pushing there) as only memories grow in there (as only
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| memories grow in there)
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| Rose, the petals of a rose
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| The rose pushes there (there)
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| As only memories grow in there
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| Baby, Rose (Rose)
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| The petals of a rose (The petals of a rose) |