The Last Of Roses
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The Last Of Roses
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I went down to Abby's
With my last bouquet of shame
Latest news through the glasses of young fools
Folding napkins into hearts
A recipe of boldness'
That you might need
Folding napkins into shelters
Where you lost your greed
Tell the king or your mother or your only best friend
And the last of the roses
Tell the king or your mother or your only best friend
For whom it was meant
On every alley
On every alley
On every alley where u lost your greed
On every alley on every alley
That u might need
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