The red rose as gentle as air, Everyone will stare into it fears, The dark horse will fear as well as the red rose, they both become one and run far far away, until they both fall, fall upon the rivers, there colours join together and makes the river become into a beautiful waterfall. The rose is good and calm and the horse is dark but good in the inside. They both fear they don't no what happened but they stayed calm, But then the sound of a bullet shot they both kind Then the sound disappears and they both don't fear, But know one see’s them ever again.
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