Red like roses fills my dreams
and brings me to the place you rest
White is cold and always yearning
burdened by a royal test
Black the beast descends from shadows
Yellow beauty burns gold
Red like roses fills my dreams
and brings me to the place you rest
White is cold and always yearning
burdened by a royal test
Black the beast descends from shadows
Yellow beauty burns gold
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