Originally written on 22/ 05/ 2013
Edited on 17/ 02/ 2014
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Edited on 17/ 02/ 2014
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He sells her love with his charm
His ability to dance keeps her alarmed
He sells her love in a barren land
A sterile thought that's only dead
His sweet tongue kills her doubt
As he stretches his arm persuading her to dance
She spins and spins, as if under rain
She gives him love without hesitation
She spins and spins, she dances again
When her eyes open to his silence
By a false passion she was blinded
Waking up to the spikes of consciousness
He leaves her for pain
He leaves her for guilt
With "Give me Love" still echoing in her head
Love she gives and Pain she reaps
For you don't always reap what you sow
Sometimes you only reap
The stings of the spikes of the rose
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