An ode to love.
A tinge of red to the night
and an angel from my sky
showers dew on my rose
and moistens my eyes.
Everyday I shall ask myself as
my sun dies and is reborn,
'Why for the love of a single rose,
my angel serves a thousand thorn?'
A tinge of red to the night
and an angel from my sky
showers dew on my rose
and moistens my eyes.
Everyday I shall ask myself as
my sun dies and is reborn,
'Why for the love of a single rose,
my angel serves a thousand thorn?'
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