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O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I am putting a hurried love letter
Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
Anger and sadness can't explain why, the reason you left, just emptiness from the years you lied to me, thinking were best friends, only to be betrayed, not reminiscing anymore just thinking for once, the red rage makes me angry, the tears spent for you make the rain, seeing only memories of you playing in the red rain, they wanted you for themselves, no more time for me, I know they hate me, and apparently you do too they said, I accept it for now, no need to hate for if acceptance is life its the end, an effect it can have, wondering if you actually really cared, choosing everyone over me, even though I treated you like a princess, red rain, red rain, sweet and kind I thought, but not now, only sick and twisted, hating what you've become, saying you'd always be my friend, what about now, all I can see is red, only memories of you in the red rain
When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
Thunder roared and lightning struck
Red stained the earth
blood red rose spread heart bloomed in passions
each petal blood red dark caught eye in life pulse
each petal blood red dark caught eye in web intrigues
each petal blood red dark danced among sharp thorns
From red to red!
Red roses of love! ! !
Red valley and,
Red hill! ! !
Red as the cauldron burning
Red as the red Indians running
Red in my
red is sightful.
red is full.
red is full of pain.
red is vengeance.
I always had such a good time, good time, good time girl. Each and every day from morning to night. Each and every twenty-four hours I wanted to wake up, wake up. I was so lively, so livewire tense, such a highly pitched little. I was red, so red so red. I was a tomato. I was on the lookout for the wolf. Want some sweeties, mister? I bought a red dress myself. I bought the wolf. Want some sweeties, mister? I bought a red dress for myself. I bought a hood for myself. Get me a hood. I bought a knife.
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