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| The Garden |
| In the radiance of loves beauty A crimson garden grows Such a beauty from Amanda�s death From which Crimson rose. Amidst the tilted blooms A soft wind blows The focus goes on the lion And the lovely Crimson Rose Together within there own pleasure This new love that they chose Amanda�s name is still whispered But combined with Crimson Rose Love grows within this garden Each bloom with its own beautiful pose Reaching out to feel the love Of the lion and the crimson rose Every sweet nothing that is whispered Is the only truth that each of them knows She hopes to never lose her lion To eternally remain his Crimson that rose. |
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