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Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
wake me
would thy kiss wake me
from eternal sleep
or shall it keep me under?
oh woman wouldst thou wake me  

wake me
would thy kiss free me
from eternal nightmare
or shall it extend mine suffering?
oh woman wouldst thou wake me

wake me
would thy kiss wake me
from eternal suffering
or shall it vanquish peach
oh woman wouldst thou wake me

wake me
would thy kiss free me
from eternal loneliness
or shall it infuse mine sadness?
oh woman wouldst thou wake me
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