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Roses are black. My life is gay. I want to live. But you won't let me stay.I love to be happy. But happiness doesn't love me. I stay away from my family. But they won't let me be. Love is so strong. It's delicate though. It stays forever in your heart. And will never go!I'm waiting to hear the bell. The bell of freedom. It will release me from the doors of hatered. And let me have some fun!