But then you turned red
Shorn in white streaks
Flowered to my joy
With 'Careless Love'
Did I pluck you then?
Now as white petals
You desire to bleed
Like a dark veined rose?
let me give pleasure
To steal your sorrow
And color you bright
Under the blue skies:
To steal your sorrow
And color you bright
Under the blue skies:
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