Come like the dusk 
Like a rose on the grave of love 
You are my lust 
Like a rose on the grave of love 

I curse the day I first saw you 
Like a rose that is born to bloom 
Don't look at me the way you do 
Like the roses, they fear the gloom 

Your thorns, they kissed my blood 

Your beauty heals, your beauty kills 
And who would know better than I do? 
Pretend you love me! 

Indeed, reality seems far 
When a rose is in love with you 
Slaves of our hearts, that's what we are 
We loved and died where roses grew 

They watched us silently 

A rose is free, a rose is wild 
And who would know better than I do? 
Roses are not made for love 

 

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