The Sick Rose Songtext
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The Sick Rose Songtext
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
Writer(s): Geoffrey Alan Burgon, William Blake Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
