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Roses are Red
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Love and all that jazz Roses are red,
violets are blue,
nothing can help me,
not even you.
I have a question,
but please be true,
do you love me,
the way I love you?
Life passes so slowly by,
visions obscurred,
life draws to an end,
my pain is not cured.
Roses are black.
Violets are dead.
I can't see you.
You're all in my head
