Roses are red
And violets are blue
But words cannot express
How much I love you,
So here is my heart
Do with it what you will
I'll be your paper
If you'll be my quill
Please carve your name
Across all my heart
And tell me you're mine
Like I was yours from the start,
I've said this before
And I'll say it again:
The most beautiful stories
Don't ever end
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