! Oh, um, well, I found a teensy weensy bit of blood on the thorn from the rose left on Victim Number Two. | |
" ln the moment when we touched maybe we went somewhere else that rose above all this. | |
""And the fire and the rose are one."" | |
".. like a rose in a book." | |
"... and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. | |
! Oh, um, well, I found a teensy weensy bit of blood on the thorn from the rose left on Victim Number Two. | |
" ln the moment when we touched maybe we went somewhere else that rose above all this. | |
""And the fire and the rose are one."" | |
".. like a rose in a book." | |
"... and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. | |
"... roses are falling, one after another | |
"And I will make thee beds of roses | |
"And all the roses dying" | |
"And your thoughts are roses, like the roses of the forest. | |
"Are red roses cliche?" | |
"... roses are falling, one after another | |
"And I will make thee beds of roses | |
"And all the roses dying" | |
"And your thoughts are roses, like the roses of the forest. | |
"Are red roses cliche?" | |
I mean, here you have a feller that rosed up out of a wheelchair. | |
We rosed up against our enslavers, killing them all. | |
I mean, here you have a feller that rosed up out of a wheelchair. | |
We rosed up against our enslavers, killing them all. | |