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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