The rose I loved
Died in the month of May
Without you, without my sun.
Nothing is as it used to be.
Your heart is a child
Cruel and innocent.
He couldn't keep his spring rose.
The rose I loved,
You gave it to me,
Our lips kissed its bloody petals.
It was only a flower,
A dream of happiness.
Life took it from me and now I cry...
If love has hurt me so much,
If for you it's the past,
I'll never forget the rose I loved...
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The rose I loved
Died in May.
Yet its memory still hurts me.