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Like A Rose
To the fertile ground from where she danced
A tear I give to thee
Punctured by the thorn of love
Where I stand
Where I weep
To the bed of grass where she laid her head
An apology within
Robbed of your crimson gem
Where you walk
Where you grin
To the oak that gave her shelter from the storm
A thanks to you
Perfection tells an honest tale
Where you soil
Where you groom
To the clouds that fed her rain
A sigh of sheer regret
To bathe in humble irony
Where I tremble
Where I forget
To the flower so raped in good intentions
I can not even try
To kill, to kill I say to thee
Where we pray
Where we die
