O roses are sweet and true,
I am now feeling so blue;
Because I am missing you,
All the bliss is gone.
Stranger in loves paradise,
Mournful shadows in disguise;
What we had never dies,
Can I carry on?
Moon is full and lost in night,
Falling stars are burning bright;
Only darkness nowhere light,
Loneliness has won.
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