Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And perhaps so are you
But the roses have wilted
The violets are dead
The bowl of sugar is empty
and my wrists are stained red
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And perhaps so are you
But the roses have wilted
The violets are dead
The bowl of sugar is empty
and my wrists are stained red
