There were once the rose was red
And we were happy and had lots of joy
Now the rose is black so is our love,
Everything that I thought was my everything
Is gone
Is just fading away, why does
Love has to come to me at the first place
Why does Love have to do this to me?
And just leave me here standing in the
Rain, with all these tears in my eyes
And turn my rose into a black rose
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