The time was right or the time was wrong,
I didnt know then but my heart was on song
The rose had bloomed, but it had its thorns,
It exploded on my face and in strife I was torn
My heart bled, but it was bleeding love,
I watered my rose, played the peace dove
The rose smells good, it sootheth me,
The fairy of life doth schmoocheth me
As I see the rose today with a beautiful mind,
The fragrance is strong and the thorns dont mind
I'll nurture it till death do us apart,
Unless destiny decides to play its part
The day the thorn grows to prick me,
I'll pluck my rose and offer it to thee
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Even if I am wrong, I'll let my imagination be right.
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