Entangled in it's vines I bleed;
engulfed by the thorned ocean of regret
from the red roses never gathered,
the bewitching butterfly that escaped.
Hence my hearts' sword now drowned in fatigue;
hazed by the smoke of the little that's left
and the dust that I'm fated to be,
under the roses for eternity.
engulfed by the thorned ocean of regret
from the red roses never gathered,
the bewitching butterfly that escaped.
Hence my hearts' sword now drowned in fatigue;
hazed by the smoke of the little that's left
and the dust that I'm fated to be,
under the roses for eternity.
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