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[fallingdream]

The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue
A maiden fair, in despair,
once had met her true love there and she told him
She would say...
"Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose."

Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child,
yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her
When she would say
"Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose."

When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose."