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Woven Flowers
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Memories are sweet
When it comes to you
Natures cup of wondrous love
Its sweet scent sewn from heaven above
Beauty itself having been blown
From the wings of a fairy somewhere unknown
Blue are the violets
That bloom in the skies
Blue as the color
Of your moonlit eyes
But petals can die
And scents blow away
And moonlit skies
Turn a yellowish gray
But life's strong thread
Woven deep and true
Amongst ones loathsome head
Brings back a picture of you
Not one of flowers
Blowing in the breeze
Or you as extravagance
Though it probably would please
But a picture of warm feelings
Trapped in my soul
Surrounded by memories
To keep out the cold
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