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In this world there is light, but after that darkness of night.
She has seen, she has come, a million lives rescued
by one.
And the gods, they lay at her feet, even though she lives life on the street.
Because they know, they have been told, she has the world under control.
Don't you know, there's a war going on.
I'll make it on my own.
Because I have been chosen by the lady of the rose.
What she has, is the glow, in her eyes that lets her loving flow.
Like a
bird, that flies on the wind, like the sun that shines from deep within.
And she says, when she cries, she can think of me then feel alright.
It is strange, but it seems, she's the perfect love from
out of my dreams.
Well I tried my hardest.
I made it alone.
The lady of the rose,
She's called me her own.
© 2000 Jeff Payne
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