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Thorn Amoung The Rose

Silent, bitter, full of pain
Every breath in jealous vain
Tears roll down a pale cheek
For many this is a mystery they must seek
The screaming wind reminds us all
The one that has the name to call
Pedals ripped, hurt, and torn
For very rose must accompany a thorn

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