Red roses always seek perfect shaped hearts
But all hearts have many inperfetions
They are banged and bruised not black nor blue
They stand a glowing red, painted just right
Ready to be broken from heartless life
They chose dremers from devils instead
And cupid sings lullabys to mend their love
To make devils dream and make dreamers sing
To speak as if the day will grow undamaged
To pray to whom it may concern that if
The dreamers can sing devils can too learn
And if devils can learn, people rome free
To make earth better for you and for me
Your heart beats fast and so does mine time slows
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