My roses are withered, my violets are too, so are my dreams, so what do I do? Do I water them with grace, and pot them with pride, or do I burn them to the ground, and begin a new garden? I say burn them, burn them to the ground, begin a new garden, where my roses are red, and my violets are blue, and my dreams come true, I hope the same for you.
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