rose oh, oh baby rose,
your darlings are so scrunched together,
snuggled safely inside the thorn bush,
'come out to play' cies the sun and moon
the earth mours as the rose complains,
'to much sunlight, to much rain, to much of everything!'
so now the sun is on a diet,
the clouds try not to cry so much,
and everything dims down on everything prompt
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