Original Song: The Tale of the Rose

Light of all things, White as the snow, Lost year should spring Song and the flow. Freedom for love; Pale as a rose, Is beauty's show. Hold one's small hands— Wreaths of the May! Slowly it stands, Wield the white tear. It takes a lake. Sway to the sky Rosy with light, Words like a sigh Leave them to nights. Cold petals go, Spring is its toy. Green winds, my rose! Pulse like a lip, Rose up with me, Felt like a bride. Black arms of night, Still shine your fate, Flash as of light, Fell out like snow. Touch my red eye of purple air; Day and night were over the gate, Red curtains of a dancing pair, Eyes for you and time than a fate. Whether I knew that I had been, Make the true poem of riches Last day in a dropping begin. A way to chaos. Green winds, my rose! Pulse like a lip, Rose up with me, Felt like a bride. Black arms of night, Still shine your fate, Flash as of light, Fell out like snow.