Bloodred Rose
Life is a bloodred rose
Such beauty, such majesty
But it's difficult to stop and smell the roses
When you're being pierced by thorns
Still, thorns are a part of life
sometimes it's necessary to bleed
To know you have blood
Many of life's sweetest joys
Were drawn by the thorns
Of the bloodred rose.
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