Double Rose

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my rose has bloomed this year, deep red,
not one bloom is double hearted in the bed...
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Your love for me is over now - you were bled
of decent feeling, of the woman you were to wed.
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Now I think of you as dead. Sunk in the ground,
where the sun never reaches, where you're not found.
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The sweetest sound is the voice you love.
The call you hunger for when life is tough
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All the love in the world will not bring you back,
the hapizardness has circled, split, formed a crack.
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I reach out in my sleep, wander off the path,
up the mountains to the caves, to the dark half
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of desire, the blissful find, the treasure at x
the moment we mingle the rich roll of sex.
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It's always imagined, never conceieved,
the fabric is stretched, to show the weave.
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Linked beyond pain, linked to the brain,
you see me in anger, I see you in rain.
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My eyesight fails, I await the pure sound
every evening, a cry on a moon time round,
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Leaves me to weep, we're in too deep,
the single rose says,"No good he's a creep!"
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Turn around widdershins, turn around now
open your heart to me, see me say "WOw!"
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I held your heart, I was in your power,
Now it's gone - leaves a single flower.