Sounds of tranquillity and moans of despair
Are they there?
All that you really know
Is for sure that you can't
Really know
The ghost of a rose, remembered by the scent
The treasure of those, you can forget
The ghost still lingers - in my mind
The rose - whose thorns won't make me blind
Truth in a paradox, why can't you hear?
Can't you hear?
Truth is a circle, further afar
You're closer there
A cosmic reality gone mad
Transcended compassion
The ghost of a rose, remembered by the scent
The treasure of those, you can forget
The ghost still lingers - in my mind
The rose - whose thorns won't make me blind
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