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Roses are red,
Grell's hair is too,
Will doesn't love him back,
What is he going to do?
Violets are blue,
Just like his scar,
For the first time in years,
He wondered why he took it so far.
But snowdrops are cold,
Just like Will's heart,
And he realized,
He'd not have a chance from the start.
So here he was,
His scythe in his hand,
I'll just do him a favour,
That's what he said.
But before he had a chance
For something to do.
A voice coming from the door
Said: Please don't, I love you too.
His hand stilled,
He blinked back his tears,
There in the doorway
Was standing his Spears.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Now Grell finally knows,
Will loves him too.