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Violet Roses of the Night

Roses of night rest along the bedside,
Waxing petals as gentle as the moon
Hiding the most nefarious sweet tides.

Claiming itself as its own selfish bride,
The depths are stained with the Violet's tune,
Roses of night rest along the bedside.

Upon the water's surface sorrow lies
Discreet in its own undoing cocoon,
Hiding the most nefarious sweet tides.

False love that does not give nor does abide
To thee yet rises in the air of June,
Roses of night rest along the bedside.

Blinded by the ever supply of pride,
The fragments of the crystal soul all strewn,
Hiding the most nefarious sweet tides.

Which in the frozen winter night that died
The means of the roses never impugned.
Roses of night rest along the bedside,
Hiding the most nefarious sweet tides.





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