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[audory]

a crimson rose for each love,
a midnight rose for each tear,
a red rose for each angel from above,
a dying rose from each night spent in fear,
love gives and takes,
but never holds back,
it gives painful heartaches,
midnight black.
it gives joyful days,
and lasting dreams,
it's like God's praise,
when happiness gleams...
but then thunder crashes,
when pain, anger collide,
then the joy dies among the ashes,
the golden days hide...
until the sun comes out,
then all becomes well,
happiness sprouts all about,
the rest? the rest is for you to tell.