roses being red, violets being blue ,
why it silencing you,
to ways unseen, to days untold ,
make your adventures glorious and bold,
to one day look back upon ur life,
the way you pulled out your knife ,
the way you told your wife,
ones to be, once to be told ,
the way secrets, and mysteries are to unfold,
why do we ask,... why do we tell your life without question,
i don't know, but i'll have to end this session
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deep in sorrow
i wake up late at night
looking through the mist
all i see is shadows all around me
to what trickery is this
they use all my sorrows
pains my weakness of love in vein
they bind me they torcher its all same
to my demise end
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