A Red Rose, Red Love
O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Love's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile
I'll be running like great marathon
To win your reddish lips
That swaying like hang pieton.
Remember the time you lived
With me in class closely
We live like shroud and corpse.
We started loving freely
To eachother like corps
That are working together.
Red rose, red love
Great luck in simple clock.
Choked and clutched blood
With locked strength without
Great robust in my hot cloth.
I was locked with padlock
That locks like how glock
Kills a boss.
I was chucked high to the
Thick cloud of mist type.
You typed your typings
In my good-type heart
With your typing fingers.
Red rose with red petals,
Red rose of not ornamental,
Red rose with worded portals,
Red rose with gorgeous facial,
Red rose with hearted mural,
Red rose with an ornated eyes,
Red rose with ungrunted mimics,
Red rose in an inclemented love,
Red rose in an incandescent love,
Red rose with aluring corneas,
And a red rose in a large weirs.
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