When a poetess is in distress,
Her sorrows turn into red roses,
Into a pain hard to possess,
Lost in her mind overdoses.
Red
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See AllAs I wandering into my soul, A burning sigh grows in the deep For all my pains, I'll take a bow Thus, they are mine, even if.. bleak. In dreams of night, the day will rise In many shades of fading ach
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