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The rose-red tyrant
Always strong and stern
Never yielding
The rose-red tyrant
locked in a cage beneath the sun
He reached his arms to the sky;
Only to be stopped by the chains of his own creator
The rose-red tyrant
Born the same like me;
He was once an ardent boy
Who must've felt in infancy
The glory of summer days
The rose-red tyrant
He sings with a fearful cry
For things unknown
But he longed for still
The rose-red tyrant
Loved by the winds,
Embraced by fallen petals
The rose-red tyrant
He exists as he is
He spreads his wings to escape the cage
Now he screeched, "I'm free!"