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Roses are roses. blue is blue. "god knows I'm good but does he care? ... I'm sure somebody down there hates me..." she says as she... she says as she picks up a flower, for love is lik
Lower. it grows, blossoms and blooms... but love is just a word and words disobey... and roses are roses