|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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