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"Red, red, red, rose
The flower of bloom
such the beauty it holds
so fair and tender.
Red, red, rose
carries an array of doom,
for it pricks the blind
what it's petals unfold
a secret untold"
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Melody Of The Mind
NonfiksiSomeone once told me, that stories are simply lyrics without music. But I believe the way words deliver their own meaning is what gives them their sweet melody.
