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Why must you make me suffer?  One error and I am faulty?   Why do you uproot my regret and prevent me from my blossom?  Even the most delicate rose has its thorns, and you still
Forgive me for being completely  oblivious to your existence   Its just the short time we spent  together wasn't the most  memorable   True, your crimson flowers
My rose was a boy with a gypsy heart
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