It
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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