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Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds_Murder Ballads (1996)

...For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

...I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"

He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDpnjE1LUvE