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Saturday, August 23, 2008
My love is like a black, black rose
My love is like a black, black rose
That blooms in shadows deep
Her feet tread silent where she goes
Alone, she may not sleep.
My love is like a black, black rose
That blooms in shadows deep
Her feet tread silent where she goes
Alone, she may not sleep.
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