<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=86305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fruit Of The Wild Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goodnight my love<br>Im so alone<br>And so surrounded<br>By your sweet memory<br>I cannot sleep<br>For all these dreams<br>They come to play<br>Till dawn comes stealin them away..<br>The fruit of the wild rose<br>Hangs here with summer gone<br>Voluptuous crimson<br>As the days become colder<br>The fruit of the wild rose<br>In a warmer country<br>Where the sea meets the land<br>You may walk with your baby<br>In the afternoon<br>Perhaps some aroma<br>From a street caf<br>Might sadden your eyes<br>Carry you away<br>The fruit of the wild rose<br>Sweet and so sour on the tongue<br>Swollen and crimson<br>As the light fades and shortens<br>The thorny wild rose<br>She gave me a summer but shes gone<br>As england faces the winter<br>In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind<br>Clearer than a photograph<br>No passing of time<br>Ever could fade<br>You and i<br>Shimmering ghostly<br>Like a wild garden from another life<br>Will you throw your arm<br>Turn your body round<br>Breathe a sudden sigh<br>Wherever you lie sleeping<br>Stir your hips<br>Feel the seed inside so sweet<br>Dreaming westbound waves<br>And a man comin back from the sea...<br>Dreaming<br>Dance for me rose</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Marillion - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=86305" data-title="The Fruit Of The Wild Rose" data-description="Goodnight my love Im so alone And so surrounded By your sweet memory I cannot sleep For all these dreams They come to play Till dawn comes stealin them away.. The fruit of the wild rose Hangs here with summer gone Voluptuous crimson As the days be..."></div> </div> </div>

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