Rose you never used your thorns,
the ones you loved abandoned you.
Your angle face made hearts so warm.
You helped the sick but who helped you?

When rushing through the Paris night,
they hounded you, you lost control.
We prayed that you would be alright.
The news came through: your body cold.
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Good night my sweet princess.
 
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