We all know roses are red
And of course violets are blue,
But why can't I identify with you?
They see you, I see you
But what I don't get
Is why I can't seem to believe it yet.
I'm told I'm free
But free is what I've yet to be
Perhaps we all have it wrong
Perhaps we sing to the tune of our own song.
Maybe then will we finally know,
Both roses and violets may alternatively grow.
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