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Black roses
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I like black roses,
I love black roses,
I worship black roses,
I damn black roses.
Roses made your life
Roses give it sense,
And when you\'ll fall,
Roses will touch.
Life of the damned
Life of the dead,
Bleeding drops like petals,
Roses sooth your pains.
When the blood starts rushing,
The wounds regenerate.
But why?
Because of their venom,
The venom of black roses!
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