The Fabian ...
Roses when you cry to love to prescribe in tears (73)
The withered leaves pies the greening ...
Thorns! The sweet little burn, which will miss.
Roses! Red when you cry, it's love message,
Prohibited shall suffer the blow to the spines -is hand ...
I want the passion going to sound to ask the flower to perdition.
Roses when you cry and maybe, if you renew to love,
Loving little to hide, has to choose,
But love thouof, I want to pain.
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