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When your shadows rotts away like a rose,

A cold wind blows with a first snow,

But in the cold winter night you appear bfore my eyes,

But when I try to touch you ,your skin turns into dust,

I'm left alone with this burden heart,

addicted to your sweetness that had to die,

Love flowers in a spring time,

October takking a warm shine,

In the winter the rose leaves it's thorn,

The blood runs cold,

I close my eyes and see,

The blood onthe roses,

I keep only memories of an olden days,

Now when the things have changed,

Once dreaming of a perfect beach,of a perfect sky,

Now separated between death and life