Red Rose

I Would Kill For The Stupid Red Rose,
But Only From His Hands,
Because Thats Where My Happiness Grows.

For That Kiss In The Rain,
From His Lips,
Could Nevre Bring Me Pain,

Till He Relized,
From That Same Hand,
My Happiness Died.

For That Kiss In The Rain,
From Those Same Lips,
Would Only Bring Me Pain.

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