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One's Enemy
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Withered Roses They failed to withstand their biggest wilt,
Across ones heart there's a big wild snake,
Milking their innocence,
Thus hindering their paths,
And turmoil win over them,
That is grieve taking over,
Their arrogance grew abound,
And pellets of burdens was able,
Their kisses were never found,
From then their days were even,
Thou their breath was very lost.
