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Roses are red and violets are blue,

That played-out shit isn't for you.

I got your love letter right here in my eyes.

If you look deep enough, you'll see through the lies.

THEN SHE LAUGHED, TUCKED THE LYRE INTO THE TREE, AND SKIPPED AWAY, LEAVING A DARK-HAIRED, GREEN-EYED ANGEL FALLING MADLY IN LOVE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME