Lips as red as the rose
sitting in the vase
as pale as your skin
the flower sits in.
Unseen is the thorn
that lies neath the leave
danger in the morn
that none can perceive.
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Rose Lips
Lips as red as the rose
sitting in the vase
as pale as your skin
the flower sits in.
Unseen is the thorn
that lies neath the leave
danger in the morn
that none can perceive.