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Rosemary, Ive almost forgotten your name
The tears on my face, they dont burn quite the same
And I look in the mirror and your reflections not there
Just the daughter of a man and a cold, hard stare
Rosemary, my desire to hold you is deep
And it keeps me from living and it keeps me from sleep
And my holding-ons so tight that my fingers might bleed
If I let go of you now, will you let go of me?