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gone??
Openin' the door,
i entered the hall...
Pickin' the withered rose on the floor,
searchin' from wall to wall....
I cldn't find you,
as you were already gone.....
Bein' left alone,
my world seems so small......
Openin' the door,
i entered the hall...
Pickin' the withered rose on the floor,
searchin' from wall to wall....
I cldn't find you,
as you were already gone.....
Bein' left alone,
my world seems so small......
It Is The Rose
that defines aloneness and what was once vibrant and alive in a garden. Small is relative to the enormous emotion found here. Beauty lives here ~allets~
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Beauty lives here...
can u plz expound d line abv Lady A... :)
bolt..