Only the Black Rose- The Yardbirds

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Gone, gone away, Gone away, Almost nothing to do. Gone away, Now I'm far from you, Though I'm alone now, And there's nobody near, I hush my voice, Lest they should hear; My prayers go up to the sky, Deep within me I die, I'll never cry, No-one must see me this way. Left, left to find, Someone kind, Who won't leave me …

Published

September 16, 2010

Made for kids

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