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roses are beheaded

in her garden they do not bloom,

but violets are cherished,

their beauty are not doomed.

for red was the color of blood,

and violet was the color of loyalty

red appeared to be boring and bland

which they assumed meant cruelty

but roses are prettily red

and violets are prettily blue

no matter how beloved

they will always be

a different kind of hue

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