Roses are red, Violets are blue, Go while you can, While the roses are still new. Next thing you know, They begin to wither, Slowly but surely, They die too. Those feelings of yours, Won’t stay the same; For eternity, Life has been a game. So here we are, You and me, Playing the pieces, Of this gamble, Which we call Life. Next thing you know, The red roses, Are all dust, And the Violets Have lost their lust.
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