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Blood is red, veins are blue.
I made this poem just for you.

I know this sounds creepy,
but you look really sleepy.

Run and hide
but I will find you.

Scream and cry
I'll always hear you.

Don't be afraid
Or I'll be mad

Blood is red, veins are blue.
I made this poem just for you

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