Love will make the roses grow Fair, though thorns have pierced her eyes Blood of flowers weep to the earth Wounds to water, as she dies. Time will make the roses die Petals fall and beauty fades Rose to thorns and dust let fall Blossom silenced by night's grave. Love will make the roses grow In their perfume memories rise Sweet distilled in Love's design In her petals beauty lies.
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