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Red
They kept writing red
They kept painting red
They kept exchanging red
Dressed in red
The smell of roses and chocolates
Swept through in the smiles and giggles
While somewhere else
He lay broken, shattered
His fatigues ripped
Painted in red all over
Gushing out from his open wounds
Yes he paid the price in red
For you to exchange letters in red
Lest you forget.......

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