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Yes this is a Rosemary song. Happy Rosemary month! PATREON: / funkmclovin TWITTER: / bigfunkyj LYRICS: Though not alive my eyes have seen Epochs rise and fall My body tired mind on fire With mem'ry of it all My folly I suppose was that Though I lived it true Was marriage mine with misery So was my point of view I've lived a thousand years unshocked All sights I had seen twice Til lav'nder eyes peered out And made me call for Christ Two gifts I've ne'er recieved She gave to me that night A lover's smile from across the room And a wink from orbs so bright [My little flower sweet with thorns From rose her red is theft She can't tell I smell her sanguine Or that I'm bereft I breathe a mortal's gasp again my lips curling timid And though my heart beats no more I've adoration vivid] I've lived years too broad in scope To even bother logging And 'til that day that Rose I saw I'd not known belonging I'll spare the details of my courting For fear I seem a fool And to my shock through follies vast Rose fell for this ghoul Now I sit paralyzed In the bed we shared A night of love and laughter My apathy now spared I hold my head my eyes so wide My mind and lungs so broken I believed my life was over Until my Rose had spoken [My little flower sweet with thorns From rose her red is theft She can't tell I smell her sanguine Or that I'm bereft I breathe a mortal's gasp again my lips curling timid And though my heart beats no more I've adoration vivid] Though jubilation was in store Terror gripped me, vision blurred Love for monsters isn't cheap I now belonged to her Love may be simple madness Or perhaps a gilded prison I cannot dwell on my own fear For Rose has made me risen [My little flower sweet with thorns From rose her red is theft She can't tell I smell her sanguine Or that I'm bereft I breathe a mortal's gasp again my lips curling timid And though my heart beats no more I've adoration vivid]