Scarlet
Hair falls into my eyes
Silken, scarlet strands
The exact same color as the rose
That I hold in my hand
The same shade as the drop of blood
That it's thorns sear from flesh
Dripping off the sharp green stem
It wreaks of solumn Death

Scarlet
Hair falls into my eyes
Silken, scarlet strands
The exact same color as the rose
That I hold in my hand
The same shade as the drop of blood
That it's thorns sear from flesh
Dripping off the sharp green stem
It wreaks of solumn Death
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