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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Why do we say this
If it's not always true?
The roses turn brown
The violets turn black
And always my loved ones
Turn on me their backs
The roses they bleed
The violets they cry
And I'm left alone
Wondering why
The roses they rot
The violets they wither
My touch it grows cold
My body it shivers
The roses are dead now
The violets are too
I just hope you know
heart I've always loved you... heart