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My hair is red. I am alive as the sun.

My heart pumps red. I am alive as fast as I run.

You make me run.


I shave my head in the morning and by midnight I find my fire burning.

The ashes bloom into a red rose.


He finds her in a garden hidden from life like a red, red rose.

Her hair smells like fire.


Like fire, we dance.

Like music, we dance.


The sun rises as red as itself.


May we love.