but what blooms in the shade

11.12.17

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Late September rose you can't grow here,
Now wash away the sweet words from your mouth,
Darling days are bleeding into tears,
Give me solitude, I need something new.

Trust me, when I say to go,
Cus you lost me and I just wanted you to know,
That I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so cold no,
O o there you go, my September rose.

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