I'll step aside, for I am drunk
In alcohol or love, it matters little
A rose blooms, for the sake of it
It does not ask, that you kiss it
So loath you must not, you dazzling beauty
Though you know that I, will regret saying this
In alcohol or love, it matters little
A rose blooms, for the sake of it
It does not ask, that you kiss it
So loath you must not, you dazzling beauty
Though you know that I, will regret saying this
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