Oh Belle


Oh Belle, oh belle
My heart is like a wilting rose.
the beast within me surely grows.

Oh Belle, oh belle
No wonder your name means beauty.
Help me make my mind not so sooty.

Oh Belle, oh belle
Why must we fight?
This is after all not a pleasant sight.

Oh Belle, oh belle
Your kindness and chances show supremacy.
My rule surely does have a penalty.

Oh Belle, oh belle
I am hurt and alone.
For death is now my own.

Oh Belle, oh belle
For when you confess and say it all,
the last rose pedal shall fall.

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