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Along the way my ocular hit A blooming rose with thorns in it Without a thought I got it picked And that girl who I somehow think I handle the rose so caring so gentle So calmly I pluck one of its petals Yeah she loves me I whispered gracefully As hope tickled me that we're meant to be But animosity was just around the corner As she loves me not was the next word I utter With just this single petal I lost my amor But fortunately chances are still more It flatters me to pick every single petal As it excites my being and my mere verbal Picking every no is not a real deal Coz she loves me is what I really feel As the altering routine goes on The poor thing destroyed without caution I ruined a flower like man takes dope Plucked all its petal in search for hope When the petals dwindles from so much rip Was then my tears begun to drip The thought-so last petal reveals she loves me not That I throw the rose with so much wrath As I was about to leave I cast my last glance With hope for a sweet last chance And that final glimpse makes my smile grew What I thought last petal there are still two
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
She love me or not?
Along the way my ocular hit A blooming rose with thorns in it Without a thought I got it picked And that girl who I somehow think I handle the rose so caring so gentle So calmly I pluck one of its petals Yeah she loves me I whispered gracefully As hope tickled me that we're meant to be But animosity was just around the corner As she loves me not was the next word I utter With just this single petal I lost my amor But fortunately chances are still more It flatters me to pick every single petal As it excites my being and my mere verbal Picking every no is not a real deal Coz she loves me is what I really feel As the altering routine goes on The poor thing destroyed without caution I ruined a flower like man takes dope Plucked all its petal in search for hope When the petals dwindles from so much rip Was then my tears begun to drip The thought-so last petal reveals she loves me not That I throw the rose with so much wrath As I was about to leave I cast my last glance With hope for a sweet last chance And that final glimpse makes my smile grew What I thought last petal there are still two
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
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