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I always hated thorns
Somehow I found it disturbing that my beautiful red rose
Was burdened with such a vicious weapon
If every single touch is life threatening
Then how come this garden hasn’t been deprived of all live
As I stand in the middle of the scene
I cannot help but wonder
Why I do not belong
Somehow I found it disturbing that my beautiful red rose
Was burdened with such a vicious weapon
If every single touch is life threatening
Then how come this garden hasn’t been deprived of all live
As I stand in the middle of the scene
I cannot help but wonder
Why I do not belong
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| Auteur: Celluloid Dream | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 december 2007 | ||
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