O woe are her roses,
Can't save her from the flood.
Eyes full of tears,
Tears made of blood.
O woe are her roses,
Her heart full of sorrow.
Her eyes can't be seen,
For there is no tomorrow.
O woe, O woe her roses,
Her heart full of love.
Watch her wings sprout,
Just like a dove.
O woe are her roses,
As she found,
Watching her castle,
Burn to the ground.
Oh woe are her roses,
Can't save her from the flood.
Eye full of tears,
Tears made of blood.
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