Have you a melancholy mind?
Are your dreams of the apocalyptic kind?
And are they roses if you write them down?
Do you think your dreams better than the day?
Are your roses gleaming with decay,
Not worthy until brown?
And do you think your poems are okay
When you write them in this way?
Roses you neglect to sow,
But maybe roses really want to grow
And who am I to say?
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