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Roses are red, somewhat like my heart. The sky is blue and the sun is gold or so I'm told. Roses die and my heart skips beats when I think of you. Please allow me to be so bold. The sky is gold, and the sun is blue. Your skin is warm with eyes that blind. Baby I don't ever see night with you.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
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Roses are red, somewhat like my heart. The sky is blue and the sun is gold or so I'm told. Roses die and my heart skips beats when I think of you. Please allow me to be so bold. The sky is gold, and the sun is blue. Your skin is warm with eyes that blind. Baby I don't ever see night with you.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
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