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Rose are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the roses have wilted
The violets are dead
The sugar jar is empty
And your wrists are stained red.
Roses by the tombstone
Violets shoot up from the earth
There's no sweetness in this sugar,
And dead is all I'm worth...

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