A rose so red, hidden in the back
It seems darker than that, maybe it's black
There is a dream in it that wants to get out
How though when it cannot ask, beg, scream, nor shout?
A silence comes over the area where it sits
Somewhere dark where the sun never hits
It will never get a chance to grow
Love it will never know
A rose so red, hidden in the back
It is so much darker, maybe it's black
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