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Roses are red, Blood runs blue, It starts running when the thorns poke you, See it fall, Drip,drip,drip, Slowly as it slips, of your finger in a row, Leaves a puddle on the snow, It's so pretty like black and white...the bloody rose seen only at the blackest hour of the night.

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