Roses can wilt and words can be forgotten, but a rhyme lives on.
Colors fade and bruises heal but my seal is my promise.
Together we are stronger, but on my own I can hurt no one.
The wagons gather round with the bright colored clothes and the tambourines but my song is no gypsy song, no rose set to wilt.
Promises will not be broken despite your urging and your tears.
The smiles are brighter in the sunshine, towards the frothing waves.
Colors fade and bruises heal but my seal is my promise.
Together we are stronger, but on my own I can hurt no one.
The wagons gather round with the bright colored clothes and the tambourines but my song is no gypsy song, no rose set to wilt.
Promises will not be broken despite your urging and your tears.
The smiles are brighter in the sunshine, towards the frothing waves.
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