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Rose Of May
It was promised by the night
And once told me by the day
You’d be somewhere along the line
On the place where angels lay
And nor the devils laughing inside
Could ever, however stood in my way
It is the day as I would say
The day I find my Rose of May
By one night was told me, you’ll find the truth
A brief wind blowing wildly through
Along the seas, along the roofs
Crashing, melting, stunning you
Hell I’m not sure, should I hope for
The day I’ll find this distant day?
Cuz everything it’s just a lie
I guess, this time, a big mistake
But I ...