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Two
roses in a garden grew,
As red as blood from an angel's veins.
Independent,
strong and true.
Never taking out of selfish gain.
The
cold winter wind began to blow,
Nestled together, finding salvation.
They
found that warmth began to grow;
Throughout all pain and temptation.
As
we are flowers of a kind,
And within us there is joy and love...
Then
let us, deep within our heart find,
What we have always dreamed of.
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Flowers
Of A
Kind
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