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Silver Ring
Nine silver roses around a finger
Once a sign of love forever
Made of metal, no scent to linger
A feeling that does though you take it off
I'm taking it off along with perfume
Thick under nights sweetly ended
With first kisses lit by a frosty moon
That since I've tried to forget and outdo
Sweet strains of "Somewhere in Time" die inside
As Time surely quiets a longing
That all broken lovers soon decide
Will be an everlasting agony
Been told the first love is one to remember
But this silver flower's too cold
And hard to keep up this surrender
To a hearthrob that's weary and old
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go cubs!
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