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In this field so dark and void
In this field so dark and void, a beautiful rose blooms.
Whose petals gleam in endless wonder, to lift the dark and weary soul.
Peace it brings, through wars it sings, even the darkest soon to fall
Upon this darkened field, where demons creep, and angel’s weep, and man fears to tread.
My soul is cautious I start to call, soon forgotten in the fall. I weep I sing this scary thing
The rose the blooms and cannot wither, caught alone none come hither.
Enchanted yes beauty held, in darkness imprisoned upon life’s road.
