and blood is red
and the heart,
- it stands for love.
and, if you like
i'll cut my hand
and feel the red
warmly flow
just to show
that red now
stands for love.
i have no blood
left in my heart
and the red
escaped my love
but, the rose is red
just like my blood
and now the rose
- it stands for love.
and, if you like
ill pick a rose
and cut myself
upon a thorn
to feel the red
warmly flow
just to know
how deeply
goes our love.
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