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Roses are dead, and the violets are too 

Life sucks, without you

See, we were fine 

 

Everything is said, now without further ado

I think it's time, to start anew

no more chills down the spine 

 

See everything rhymes

It runs in constant flow 

It keeps blanace

It started years ago

 

What is it?

 

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