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Welcoming the black rose,
when big city lights fade.
Bitter wind of death blows.
The victim no one knows,
taken by the knife's blade.
Welcoming the black rose.
Killed for ragged torn clothes,
with tags of blood he paid.
Bitter wind of death blows.
Nightly violence grows,
when statistics are weighed.
Welcoming the black rose.
Little remorse the world shows,
for victims of lower grade.
Bitter wind of death blows.
Bodies align in rows,
in the night's dark shade.
Welcoming the black rose.
Bitter wind of death blows.
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