quiet there i lye
thyne heart is sober
thyne soul is broken
oh lye me down, in-between the roses
quiet there i look
thyne eyes have seen much
thyne hands are of innocent blood
oh pick flowers, in-between the roses
quiet there i sing
thyne smell is sweet
thyne body is soft
oh touch the butterfly, in-between the roses
quiet there i close thy eyes
in-between the roses
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