Petals upon the pillow
Blood red rain as it dies
Beauty eternally burns
In those dreamy eyes
Whence those kisses fall
From lips I yearn to taste
And I speak your name
To your heart I've so long chased
Rhythm and Beats
Music on my weary soul
Those melodies you sing
Your hand I wish to hold
It's love, It's love
That rises in the sun and crowes
It's love, love my dear
Like petals from rose.
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