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A red rose and a genie lamp.
Dropped from a bridge into a river.
Its magic required one more love.
Than my heart could deliver.
There where the trend calls no friend.
Like the winds with inherited duties.
Be cautious then when names offend.
And be careful of their poisoned movies.

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