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Black roses

There are so many roses,
They are red, yellow, pink ore white
But there?s one rose, so full of beauty.
You just can?t see it, if you don?t feel it.
The pain in your hart.
This rose is verry special.
It?s the black rose, the only rose I love.
You can see it, when angels cry blood.
With you eyes, so cold as ice.
When you feel the pain of al the death souls
That pain is good, you felt it before.
Now your in the word of the black roses
Your ganna be like us, for ever.
Your ganna feel our pain, every day, the rest of your life
For us this is heaven, not hell
Now its your turn to tell?




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30 oktober 2004

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