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Death is pure - life is not
So ask yourself, what do you want?
As for me, well I want you
So pick the black rose and let its thorns cut you
My love it is a black rose, my love it is a black rose
Held out to you by the hand of fate, held by the hand of fate now
And as this dark romance grows...
It's not from the sun, but the starlight that's so far away
Above the Devil's garden
So ask yourself, what do you want?
As for me, well I want you
So pick the black rose and let its thorns cut you
My love it is a black rose, my love it is a black rose
Held out to you by the hand of fate, held by the hand of fate now
And as this dark romance grows...
It's not from the sun, but the starlight that's so far away
Above the Devil's garden
Annons
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Kvistarn
Tue 5 May 2009 19:30
Jo, de kanske jag är, men det var inte de jag vill förmedla utan att texten är fin
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