The rose needed to bloom
The rose was doom
It only needed you
You was a fool

The rose wanted to be bloom
You made room
You sat the rose in the front rooms
I was ready to be bloom

You were a proud plume
You made a tomb
I heard a vroom
I was left in the standing room
I was ready to be bloom

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