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Behind these Tattered rags beats the heart of lover but tragic fate has separated us because of another I was a brother in arms who had fallen under charms
It seems so long ago that the illusion faded And we were left with barren dirt The colorful night life now evaded As we all try to save our own souls. It took so long for us to realize
I remember, long ago When we sailed as chose ‘Til the last red petal fell From our glassy rose.