So I'm walking along the river of the park, my roses contrasting with the gray stone of the walls and the reflections of fire on the water. Then she comes up to me. She is so exquisite, that I cannot stop staring, until she comes up to me. Her smudged black eyeshadow that clouds her even blacker eyes is so dark against her pale skin. In fact,
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Rose-- you don't have to be alone.
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I'm not totally alone. There was just a few bad moments.
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Also the happiness you inspire in others.. your own image, etc.
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