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I lost you in the roses Wind flowing through your hair Transposed in self delusion Sustained by natures care Criminal you steal away Like a thief without a care Slip your sins between the thorns Folded feelings you could never share I will not search the garden I will not tidy-up your bed I will not afford another moment Of you rapt within my head Time of benevolence and you have past I've loved, anguished and tried While some of me has lived Most of me has died This garden full of beauty The roses which it bore Can never be the same love As were the days of yore |
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