red is beautiful, charming and sly, the smell of delicious, sweet raspberry pie, red sparks in the sky, on the fourth of july, flaming cheeks when we try to tell a lie, and blood we will shed the day we die, soft rose petals glisten with dew, a swirling sunset surrounds you, when your fuse is burning short, when a girl and a boy court.Birth sign: Cancer
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