It's nice to get pain
Let pang through my vein
Pink lips in the rain
That inspired my red poem
I jump out of his shame
I love him though he blames
I'm lower like a dark frame
That inspired my red poem
He cut off my fingers
Drop my blood on the water
And Cheer up like a winner
For his crime in my poem
He's so glad to break me
He killed me not guilty
I fought him to be free
That inspired my red poem
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