Precious winter rose
Beautiful and rare
Precious winter rose
In the garden there
Now there's only thorns
In the garden there
All of the petals are tattered and torn
Scattered everywhere
And the hand that crushed
The winter rose was mine
Yes, the hand that crushed
The winter rose was mine
Yes, the hand that crushed
The winter rose was mine, was mine
Yes, the hand that crushed
The winter rose was mine, was mine
Was mine
The hand that crushed
The winter rose was mine
So beautiful and rare
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