Roses, roses
Only roses and no thorns
How banal, how boring!
Don't you want to be reminded
Pleasures don't exist without pains?
If you roll in pleasures always
You will not know what pains are.
They will lose their prime.
Dull will be your life.
Thorns will make you think twice
When you head onto pleasures blindly.
Thorns bring flavors, worth trying.
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