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Somewhere, she knows that he will find her
Til every single teardrop became a desert rose
Love her, and hold your hand above hers,
Until the crossroads meet you - a legend that will come true -
No longer will you call her a desert rose
Somewhere, she knows that he will find her
Til every single teardrop became a desert rose
Love her, and hold your hand above hers
Until the crossraods meet to - a legend that will come true -
No longer must you follow a desert rose
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