Red roses are the beauty of life,they are red as the sun in the middle of summer.
They smile when the breeze blows past them, asking, asking how their day was.
They smile when you look at them, and tell them that they are beautiful.
Red roses are the beauty of life, they are red as the sun in the middle of summer.
Red roses are the beauty of life, they are red as the sun in the middle of summer.
They wait, waiting for the new day to begin, waiting for you to stroll by.
They wait, waiting for the moon to come say good night.
Red roses are the beauty of life, they are red as the sun in the middle of summer.
Red roses are the beauty of life, they are red as the sun in the middle of summer.
They sing, singing in with the winds melody that blows throughout the land.
They sing, with passion and beauty in their voices that makes you want to stay and listen forever.
Red roses are the beauty of life, they are red as the sun in the middle of summer.
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