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Lady in Red
Rusty crimson Despair dose...
Hair, Lips, Dress, Colours claret plain...
Under frowned petals, Sharp thorns remain...
Pure Heart pounds in way it never chose...
Drowned in Hate for Love and Rain...
Sour is soul of his Black rose...
Of the Lady in Red and her Book of Pain...
Published 15th Oct 2017
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