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I picked her a rose
I picked her a rose
but the rose pricked me
I wrapped up my finger
so she wouldn’t see me bleed
But she took my finger
and kissed the wound
My skin melted together
and my heart jolted too
She healed my pain,
my sorrow, and my suffering
But the next day
I looked for her for hours
but she was gone
disappeared with the wind
but the rose pricked me
I wrapped up my finger
so she wouldn’t see me bleed
But she took my finger
and kissed the wound
My skin melted together
and my heart jolted too
She healed my pain,
my sorrow, and my suffering
But the next day
I looked for her for hours
but she was gone
disappeared with the wind
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