(Keith Relf)
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Gone, gone away,
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Gone away,
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Almost nothing to do.
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Gone away,
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Now I'm far from you,
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Though I'm alone now,
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And there's nobody near,
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I hush my voice,
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Lest they should hear;
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My prayers go up to the sky,
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Deep within me I die,
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I'll never cry,
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No-one must see me this way.
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Left, left to find,
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Someone kind,
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Who won't leave me behind,
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Who will guide me,
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When I am blind;
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Soothe my brow,
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When thoughts hurt my brain;
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Help me love,
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When faced with pain.
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I long to find someone who,
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Will remind me of you,
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Only the black rose knows what I will do.
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Silence, silence now,
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Not a sound,
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Stillness everywhere now,
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And the trees,
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To the wind gently bow,
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Only visions of the past and the gloom,
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And for the moment you're in the room,
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And just as flowers bloom and die,
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No-one watching to cry,
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Only the black rose stands up to the sky.
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Only the black rose stands up to the sky.
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Only the black rose.
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Only The Black Rose
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The Yardbirds |