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Rose red
Blood red
Crimson tides
Or blue skies

Come here
Stay still
Look my way;
But stay still

Good days
Old days
In the past
We all change

Who knew?
Did you?
That in the end
We’ll have this

Stay here
My dear
If you leave
I’d die too.

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