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[title] => The thorns of a rose
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[bodytext] => As I hang there I see them smile But my life means much more I hear their laughter As it all fades away Under the thorns of a rose Crimson blood down my face they all look at me with a great deal of discrace As a saphire tear Runs down my face My ruby red lips Are still spreding love As I hide anger inside Wich only feeds their selfish pride We are all just slaves in this world With our saphire tears And crimson blood Watching the pendulum swing Under the thorns of a rose In our own little nightmare [comments] => 4 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 43 [informant] => SAT [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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