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Those Roses
Sweet air where is your home?
Mine is nowhere far from my heart,
Where roses are breathing still.
You smell like nothing else I know, but those roses.
I now feel no thought of floods and storms in me.
Hate is now ...
Mine is nowhere far from my heart,
Where roses are breathing still.
You smell like nothing else I know, but those roses.
I now feel no thought of floods and storms in me.
Hate is now ...
