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The roses are heavy With rain and for ages Veil after veil And the pictures are whispering The ones we belong to Caught in forever Startled and proud Or laughing together And babe, if you'd met him I picture you'd sit Blasting my wisdom With two-barrelled wit Then he'd steal you for dancing And you'd lend him your arms And I'd stooge for your laughing And you'd twirl in the chaos of charm The roses are heavy With rain and for ages Veil after veil And the pictures arе whispering He'd steal you for dancing And you'd lеnd him your arms And I'd stooge for your laughing And you'd twirl in a chaos of charm From Letras Mania