Poem 35

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Roses are red,
The Sun is bright,
When I'm trapped in darkness,
You are my light.

You get me going,
Prepared for the fight,
I fight for you,
With all my might.

A love like this,
Is hard to come by,
When we're together,
It's a difficult,"goodbye."

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