Blackmores night Ghost of A rose ( Labyrinth
The valley green was so serene In the middle ran a stream so blue A maiden fair In despair Once had met her true love there And she told him She would say Promise me When you see A white rose you ll think of me I love you so never let go I will be your ghost of a rose Her eyes believed In mysteries She would lay amongst the leaves of amber Her spirit wild Heart of a child Yet gentle still, quiet and mild And he loved her When she would say Promise me When you see A white rose you ll think of me I love yo
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