Isn't it a shame, no one was to blame, like the roses on the blind?
I remember red summer roses, were blooming when our love was new.
I have laid a bet, on the day we met, that I'd be with you forever.
In September rain, summer roses, began to fade and my heart cried.
Isn't it a shame, no one was to blame, like the roses on the blind?
In September rain, summer roses, began to fade and my heart cried.
Isn't it a shame, no one was to blame, like the roses on the blind?
Isn't it a shame, no one was to blame, like the roses on the blind?
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