Roses are red
Violets are blue
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These beads of blood are red
These dead lips are blue
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The big bad wolf
Little Red Riding Hood
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He hurt me, stole the most important parts of me
I'm Little Red walking naive and innocent through the forest
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Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
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The white is stained by the
Black of my stained purity
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These are the tales I'll tell my children
I'll say beware the wolf
Don't trust
Don't love
Guard yourself
Don't leave the trail
Stay in the light
Don't let anyone near
Guard your garden of roses and violets
Keep your sheep in the field
Violets
Roses
Sheep
Wolves