I’ve been playing bare feet in a pool of roses,
walking around in a Labrinyth,
I knew the exit but I kept circling in.
The thorns bruised my feet but I kept walking ,
I was hurt but I loved to smell the roses,
I was hurt but the water kept cooling,
I was hurt but like a child I kept playing,
I was hurt but I was in Love.
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