In a moment I touch the rose petals fell
Because I could not forget the roses
tried together
We found
roses were her roses were my roses
This trip called love
With our blood and our tears were doing hill roses
a shining moment in the sun in the morning
We have withered under the sun through the brambles
The roses were not our roses
My roses the roses.
DINO CAMPANA
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