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the riddle was answered long ago
when truth and secret could no longer be sealed

beauty is no longer young
innocence no longer love
when seeds of love die in a fertile field


and the sun of another dawn
will touch me another day
but not like this
not in this way



the rain comes down
you can not speak
let it come down
our souls exposed to drops that sting
you fall apart
I rise from bended knee

we are like roses
our insides exposed
now we'll see
what the sun truly brings