The ice of silence ain't melt
Isn't rose bloom along the year?
O garden of grateful flower
You might a Daffodil, Lily, Sunflower
Would you blossom and tell me a fairytale,
I'd tell you about the storm and creepy sense
Beneath a friendly shower of the rain
Which colder than any snow in December,
I won't remember
The knife doesn't **** the roses yet
Even it sharper than time
Lead to the word of immortal
It's unstoppable
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