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for the rose grows sweet,
as poisonise at its thorns.
the moon as beautiful as the sunlight,
yet in the power of the darkness.

my heart sings to the sight of the moon
as its sorrows are in the blood
life also follows through there

my heart takes
the hard breaks
cuz it will do
as it was made to

we are fragle
so beware of us singles..