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Roses are Red

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Roses are red,
the sky is blue,
my heart is black.
Ashes and smoke,
are the remains if the inside.
Walls inside time to time cracks and
drops a few tears.
But all those tears held in from old memories
are held in by those walls.
Too much i'll probably drown.
A black heart,
a soul black and blue.
Things changge all the time,
But roses are always red.



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