Roses are red
Just like your lips
Now you are dead
Did I get whipped?
Oceans are blue
Just like your eyes
Now they are dull
Is that a surprise?
Snowflakes are white
Just like your fangs
Now they don't fight
What are these painful pangs?
Roses are red
Just like our lips
Now we are dead
From Earth, we have been ripped
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May the moon softly restore you by night.