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Oh my rose, my white rose , my white rose
The separation is not overcome by death
If the wind touching your eyelashes, where I look dripping blood , my rose.
When you look at me , I'm ready. When you touch me , I'm flying .
When you kiss me , then I'm dead , dead
What can make the death except your absence.
The day , I will not come to you will be the day that I die my rose
When you look at me , I'm ready. When you touch me , I'm flying .
When you kiss me , then I'm dead , dead
What can make the death except your absence.
The day , I will not come to you will be the day that I die my rose