It is hard to realize things
The most beautiful rose has thorns
It is true that roses are beautiful
If they are not from your garden they are prettier
I have a problem What I like
And she just looked at me
With eyes that would make anyone wet
And I, like the Indians, crouched down
But it's hard to realize things
And today I only settle for looking at her
Her gazes stab me like thorns
Because she is a flower, she is a rose
She passes me a scluincla that I like
And I told myself who takes away and she loves me
What a disappointment I was married
It was sadder that I realized
I went back and forth many days
And she only looked at me
With eyes that would moisten anyone
And I, like the Indians, crouched down
But it is hard to realize things
And today I am only satisfied with looking at her
Their gazes are fixed on me like thorns
Because they are a flower, they are a rose

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