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A cleansing breeze from across the sky
And a golden wind will purify
And will we sink or will we fly?
Roses around Lord Richard

The tribe has spoken and voted me
The one most likely to hug a tree
Gotta take that title seriously
Roses around Lord Richard

A captive heart in a wild born
Needs a place to start and space to mourn
A blooming flower, a hidden thorn
Roses around Lord Richard

We can keep our secrets or confess
Let the pieces rot or coalesce
But we need someone to sweep up our mess
Roses around Lord Richard

With our aching bones or our feelings hurt
With a steady drone or a sharp alert
Hope to come out clean from a bed of dirt
Roses around Lord Richard

Roses around Lord Richard
Carrion

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from Temescal Telegraph, released June 5, 2020

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