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Sheer Sorrow
Shalt I Compare Thee To A Rose?
So Lovely, So Clean?
As Thy Thorns Prick Thee From Thy Deep'st Wounds
I See Blood Shed
But Ye Always Hadn'st Been This Way
Thy Love For Me Is Unlawful,
Forbidden
Where For Art Thou?
Hads't Thee Left For Another?
Ohh My Heart Is A Flutter.
I Try To Escape'th Thee
Leaving Nothing But A Trace'st Of Sheer Sorrow.
So Lovely, So Clean?
As Thy Thorns Prick Thee From Thy Deep'st Wounds
I See Blood Shed
But Ye Always Hadn'st Been This Way
Thy Love For Me Is Unlawful,
Forbidden
Where For Art Thou?
Hads't Thee Left For Another?
Ohh My Heart Is A Flutter.
I Try To Escape'th Thee
Leaving Nothing But A Trace'st Of Sheer Sorrow.
Published 1st May 2013
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