Somewhere, she knows that he will find her Til every single teardrop became a desert rose Love her, and hold your hand above hers, Until the crossroads meet you - a legend that will come true - No longer will you call her a desert rose
Somewhere, she knows that he will find her Til every single teardrop became a desert rose Love her, and hold your hand above hers Until the crossraods meet to - a legend that will come true - No longer must you follow a desert rose
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