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Wind blows strong today
The field moves like waves
But whats that in the suns ray
A rose in the waves

Sweet rose as it sways in the wind
Its thorns growing thick
Picking this rose would surely be a sin
Causing your hand to have a scarlit p***k

Watch as the rose as it reaches out of the waves
The green green grass moving simple listening
To the song of the winds days
And the rose reaches out for, the wind, its kissing