Before
I could never see you
You would hide
Because that was your job
To hide
And to make sure
I was safe
But now
Now
I see you everywhere I look
And I feel the most danger
I have ever felt
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The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips - John Boyle O'Reilly
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