Rose
Rose
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My broken heart is bleeding and the blood feeds the soil I stand upon.
I hope one day a rose grows here and every time the wind blows, the rose whispers your name.
My broken heart is bleeding and the blood feeds the soil I stand upon.
I hope one day a rose grows here and every time the wind blows, the rose whispers your name.