Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
When you're gone,
I'll still need you.
It's like a fact,
just on cue.
When you leave,
my heart changes hue.
It makes me sick,
sicker than the flu.
When you are gone,
when I'm without a clue.
When it leaves my heart,
when it's all through.
When your missing,
and I know it's true.
Like the Gran Jury,
proclaiming the sue.
I can not live,
a life without you.

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