Once a human rose was born But she grew to be a thorn Piercing hearts of loving men One will never love again He who died won't feel the loss She must live and bear the cross Fortune holds a tearful hour For him who'd love the passion flower Passion flower, the fates have spoken You alone must pay the cost Passion flower, your heart is broken Aching for the one you loved and lost But Angel hands are ever mending Broken hearts within their power Heaven holds a happy ending For a lonely passion flower
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