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Colors
Blood flows are red
Roses are black
On some days I wish
I could have you back
Roses are black
Blood flows are red
But I know I can't
Because you are dead
Water is clear
Blood makes it murky
Your soul always
Seems to be lurking
Around each corner
Around every bend
Death causes all
Colors to blend
My wrists are red
My vision is black
I guess I really
DO want you back...
