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There hasn't been a rose without thorns since before the time of men.

The reflection of our affection hymns from their very stems.

With their fragrance they scream for silent springs, evolve and evade the shade of hand.

You are beauty and innocence in defense and discontent, condemned to man's witness of your lament of vain fulciment.

There are organizations that will kill you if you disrupt their dystopia.

The insane don't cry,

They bleed tears from their eyes

Because the sacred vault of void memories

Begin flooding up their mind.

Visions sharing secrets you could never dare to tell,

Kissing at Kindred spirits born with no soul to sell?

Had they been loved, they would have known so.

Had they been hugged , they would have never let go.

There's a crack in the rainbow,

There's a hole in the sky,

You believed in something

A swan of white, she came to me,

The lake mirrored her beauty, sweet,

I kissed her neck, adored her grace

A dove came to me,

Had no fear,

It rested on my arm.

I touched its calm, envied its love

An owl came to me,

Old and wise,

Pierced right through my youth.

I learned its ways, envied its sense

A crow flew to me,

Kept its distance,

Such a proud creation.

I saw its soul, envied its pride

Tell a little truth with many lies.