The Sick Rose
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โฑ๏ธ 5:24 duration
๐ ID: 3396220
๐ Lyrics
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
And in the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Oh, rose, thou art sick