On the fields of sorrow I reap what I have sowed
Roses, bright red roses with thorns in multitude
Thorns so sharp that a prick could stop any heart
Poison mingled with blood to make them grow strong
A sacrifice of light for darkness to wind them round your soul
In retribution to the soul I lost because of you
You said that every interpretation was correct
I have chosen my interpretation looking out over the fields of sorrow
//P.
Roses, bright red roses with thorns in multitude
Thorns so sharp that a prick could stop any heart
Poison mingled with blood to make them grow strong
A sacrifice of light for darkness to wind them round your soul
In retribution to the soul I lost because of you
You said that every interpretation was correct
I have chosen my interpretation looking out over the fields of sorrow
//P.
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