White Rose, of a full moon night…
There she goes the princess…
Her smile is a reason for love…
There she waves hand…
Through her naked eyes…
My princess is a white rose, of a full moon night…
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Red Rose, crimson joy of hers…
As brave as a first kiss…
She is a dream of a fighter…
A reason of a lifetime keeper…
There she flies, the butterfly…
My princess is a red rose of a crimson joy…
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