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Picking roses in the forest

all alone

a whole pile

gathering more

as the roses seduce you more

you go deeper into the forest

withering into the fog

picking the most delightful roses

oh my love

how glorious can the roses be

to seduce you into the deep fog?

what if it's a trap, my precious child?

don't get lost in its beauty dear

be cautious

not every beautiful thing

gets its beauty

innocently

not every gazelle

gets their breathtaking beauty

from floating around in a field of lovely blossoms

it could be death

there is cruel beauty in the wildlife too

why wouldn't there be cruel beauty in humans too?

they stare innocently into your eyes

with wicked intentions

to shatter hearts

to shatter

that sensitive heart of yours

oh my precious child

look around

don't you see?

you're lost now

Deep inside the forest

with no way out

all you have

are the little glorious roses you picked out

there's no one to save you

you're lost in love too

you'll get lost

deserted

in the deep dark forest

Don't get fooled by heartless beauty

the fake innocence in people's eyes

I don't want to lose another vulnerable heart

open those lovely eyes

look at the truth

don't be blinded...

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