The Sick Rose

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
 Does thy life destroy
 In thy bed of crimson joy
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 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
 Does thy life destroy
 In thy bed of crimson joy
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 For thy body is his refuge
 He'll be a grateful visitor
 But do not try to tame him
 For he's so voracious
 Though thy body is his refuge
 He'll never be thy prisoner
 O nature thou art so cruel
 To make us feel desire
 Feel pain
 Feel anger, disgust and despair
 Feel shame
 Feel agony and lust
 Feel pain
 Feel anger, disgust and despair
 Feel shame