Red was the colour of the rose she plucked last,
Red was the colour of her heart that beat fast.
Red was the colour of the dress she wore last
Red was the colour of the pen she use last.
Red was the colour of her nails so painted
Red was the colour of the sun that set west
Red was the colour of the signal she crossed
Red was the colour of her cherry milkshake
Red was the colour the book she read last
Red was the colour of the balloon she flew up
Red was the colour of the robe she last used
Red was the colour of the toys she had
Red was the colour of her lips so gentle
Red was the colour of the cake she last ate
Red was the colour she last painted
Red was the colour she last saw
Red was the colour she hated and loved
Red was the colour of her dripping blood
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