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The Violets
Roses are red.
Oh, look, here's something new.
Violets are violet.
Not blue.
Don't change the person.
Just change your view.
On the world.
And the people around you.
Okay, maybe it was their fault when.
They smiled, laughed and grinned.
When they saw you downtown yelling and protesting about sin.
But it was you who even chose to begin.
The point here is.
Let the violets be themselves.
It's not your job to try and change.
Everyone else.
Trying to make the violets blue is like.
Me trying to change you over something as stupid as.
The color of your skin.
Or the lifestyle in which you choose to live.
Look, just...
Be true to yourself.
Just be you.
Be like the violets.
Don't try to be blue.
Oh, look, here's something new.
Violets are violet.
Not blue.
Don't change the person.
Just change your view.
On the world.
And the people around you.
Okay, maybe it was their fault when.
They smiled, laughed and grinned.
When they saw you downtown yelling and protesting about sin.
But it was you who even chose to begin.
The point here is.
Let the violets be themselves.
It's not your job to try and change.
Everyone else.
Trying to make the violets blue is like.
Me trying to change you over something as stupid as.
The color of your skin.
Or the lifestyle in which you choose to live.
Look, just...
Be true to yourself.
Just be you.
Be like the violets.
Don't try to be blue.
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