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Must to paint all the white roses red.
Oh how I remember the sweet scent of the white roses when the White Queen reined.
How beautiful the gardens bloomed in the spring.
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I used to be a watch guard for her Majesty.
The evening watch.
Her musical laugh still chimes in the backdrop of my subconscious.
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Alas, such watches were without true reason, only just for show.
The White Queen knew no enemy.
The only one who refused to adore her was her sister.
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Oh how swiftly the day may turn to night.
Oh Pretty Flower, forgive me for weighing your petals with such poison.
Oh my Queen, had I just been there, I'd have held the crown close to your head.
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Never to see such beauty again, now my Queen watches her palace turn to a prison.
Now she stares down at a dirt floor, frequently moistened with tears.
Most days, I am the one who guards her door, but today I stand at the rosebushes with my brush and blood.
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My Rose.
So pure and clean, must I mask such beauty?
Such a subtle scent wafting from My Rose, must I inflict such a torturous odor?
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I am but a playing card.
So frequently manipulated, such a symbol of trickery.
Never are we honest beings.
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My Rose knows me to be a Joker among the Spades, so foolish to want such a Heart.
But I do love just you White Rose.
I cringe at the thought of painting you red.
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The brush burns my hand, what an inhumane weapon.
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The sound of the brush against the petal rings in my ears.
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I raise my brush.
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A drop of paint drips to the dusty floor.
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My Rose wilts.
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This has been done before.
My White Rose...
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Please love me as well.
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Down with the Bloody Red Queen!
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Now, I am dead.
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And someone else...
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Paints my White Rose
Red.