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Les Fleurs de la Peur

I give my mistress roses
And they instantly turn black
She then strikes those lurid poses
And I have a heart attack

So I say adieu to Red
Offer a feeble wave
But she said I'd end up dead
And she'd do me in the grave

We once just got a room
But now much to my surprise
We're now sharing this tomb
And no one can hear my cries.
Written by crowfly
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