It's nine o'clock and the Sun has set,
On the summers hottest day.
Roses have bloomed,
Although not their best season.
But I still give them away.
Red and yellow if that's the wish,
They'll be as beautiful as she.
All wrapped up or raw is she likes.
But thats not up to me.
The reds are for love,
To which she could readily express.
The yellow for friendship, ah friendship,
The she does vividly possess.
Feelings of what these flowers mean
Have all been carefully compiled.
Those feelings are of a lonely man,
With a heart gone wild.
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