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the dersert rose that i imogined that day is still blooming deep inside me...... Poor the rain of life to this world that will soon dry up . I have been spreading bitter poison that was filled with wishes . I burned out brought the sky within me and have been searching for something . Aoh , today again , the rusted wind that cannot fly away . Without knowwing i have been drogging myself around ..... All the while waiting............... the desert rose that imogined that day , i will make it bloom deep within me now while i etch within me the citysape that dies and the day i run through within it ............ .......................................... ................if i only wait for the dream to come true i cant even protect the person who i love ............ if there is still a thorn that is stuck within you try pouring the sweat of life on it . Underneath the sun that is trial