Poetic language

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Roses are red, violets are blue
Dreams of many, dreams of the truth
Asking Hail Mary, how do you do ?
Perfection, inflected
I see them fighting with deep measures
Finally found the forever pleasure
Which they will forever pleasure
Yes now we have standards
Never in between scandals
We have manners
Because we were raised by elders
Together we can make it forever
Don't have the energy to please Anger
Rather, see me get better and bring pleasure forever.