The Rose and the Little Prince
Alone with winds, with skies afar.
I kept my thorns, but still I stay,
And wait for you, my light, my way.
Oh Rose, my Rose, my only one,
No other flower, no other sun.
Through all the worlds, through all I chose,
I came back home — to you, my Rose.
I wandered far, I crossed the skies,
I lost my heart in fleeting ties.
But now I know, through all I’ve seen,
You are my truth, my evergreen.
Oh Rose, my Rose, my only one,
No other flower, no other sun.
Through all the worlds, through all I chose,
I came back home — to you, my Rose.
So fragile, yet you bloom so strong,
Your love’s the place where I belong.
No stars could tempt, no worlds compose
A song more pure than you, my Rose.
Oh Rose, my Rose, my only one,
No other flower, no other sun.
Through all the worlds, through all I chose,
I came back home — to you, my Rose.
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