Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your heart is loving,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
My paper is brown,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
The journey is long,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Your face is brown,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
My feeling is strong,
An...

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