Roses are red
and, tonight, stars are being doled.
One for me. One for you.
Receipts are needed when in the blue.
Roses are red. So is blood.
A bush eats bones to give a bud.
Don't put questions and never mind.
Please, look out: see air is mined.
Listen. Follow. Raise. Increase.
Roses are red. War is peace.
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