It was in the early spring
When flowers bloom
And a small cloud passes overhead
See
The rose
How big it’s grown
She was always young at heart
Vulnerable and still powerful
And as fierce as fire
X
It was in the early spring
When flowers bloom
And a small cloud passes overhead
See
The rose
How big it’s grown
She was always young at heart
Vulnerable and still powerful
And as fierce as fire
X
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