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Roses and Violets

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Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I loved her.
But she chose you.

The roses need water.
The violets need help.
She left me crying,
Like a pitiful whelp.

The roses now wilt.
The violets are dead.
As much as I'd like to forget,
I can still remember what she said.

Roses have turned to ash, Violets crushed to dust.
I thought what we had was love,
But to her it was just lust.

My roses are gone,
My violets are too.
I loved her.
But she chose you...



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