Roses whose blood drips on the cup
Who taught her to pour out her tears without a sound
He called me and I came to smell him
I gave him my love and fed him my heartbeat
He hid his thorns from hurting my hand in the middle of his sleeve
I held it to my chest and recommended it to the mulberry tree
I left him and the parting bird came to him
He wanted to extract it and replace it with whale amber
O you, O death, O those who take me to Him
I give you my life and bring me back the rose from death
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