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Sep 2013
It all started in a garden,
the grievances show no favor in time.
Amongst beautiful flowers and tall grasses.
There is pain in beauty,
there is trouble in love,
and yet there is hope.
It will end in a garden.
Where the red roses grow.
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Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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