Stood awake all through the night,
Remembering the warm of your eyes,
Thinkin' of how many times
I counted your steps, I  counted your steps.

As a rose, I'm waiting for my flower,
And for a rose, nothing matters more than it matters.
As a rose, buried on this garden,
I just stay here staring your footsteps…

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