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Rose


the night is whispering, weeping as i stand on the hill. A gown makes me ethereal i'm waiting air and waiting tears waiting here my silence is unmissable my feet are bare on soil my heart is exposed... and pinned to my sleeve so long since you came to see me i wonder where you are why you're there though i've heard fates answer... i still care in my head nothings right, nothings fair my breathings tight, theres no air. i can barely remember you but i know your face it used to make my heart race now it's still, quiet as this place i'm without pain without hunger i feel no sorrow, and i've no regrets i smile though it's almost too late i just wanted to say i wish you'd seen me on a day when my hair was straight...   i have a rose for you, you see please come back to me now the time is right i'm so tired of goodbye and goodnight my heart is cold without it's queen i have a rose for you waiting in a dream  
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