Today it sprouts in my chest a red wine of pain It's the price that the rose ch
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Today it sprouts in my chest a red wine of pain It's the price that the rose charges from a beloved gardener The wind that sways me It's the same thing that refreshes me The smile that enchants me It's not always rightfully mine If laughter is a beautiful thing The crying is no less worth it North of my bed friend no longer understands me
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Today it sprouts in my chest
a red wine of pain
It's the price that the rose charges
from a beloved gardener The wind that sways me It's the same thing that refreshes me The smile that enchants me It's not always rightfully mine If laughter is a beautiful thing The crying is no less worth it North of my bed friend no longer understands me
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