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Ice Rose
INSIDE ROAR
Ice Rose
Blues, red as the color of my blood
blues, red like the color of your lips.
Blues, like the color of your dress
in which I was allowed to kiss you
Perhaps not for the last time.
Red as fire
red as a tender rose.
You gave me a red hand
you were cold
why are your arms cold
why are you smiling at me and not talking
I won't bring you that rose again, it belongs to you anyway.
Red as fire
red as a tender rose.
You gave me a red hand
you were cold
Ice Rose
Blues, red as the color of my blood
blues, red like the color of your lips.
Blues, like the color of your dress
in which I was allowed to kiss you
Perhaps not for the last time.
Red as fire
red as a tender rose.
You gave me a red hand
you were cold
why are your arms cold
why are you smiling at me and not talking
I won't bring you that rose again, it belongs to you anyway.
Red as fire
red as a tender rose.
You gave me a red hand
you were cold
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