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It is the color of her lips before you go in for the kiss.

The color of her cheeks when you tell her how beautiful she is

It was the color of her dress that you last saw her in that fateful night.

It was the anger you felt after the accident.

It was the color of the liquid that she was covered in when you found her.

Its the color of your heart that is now in pieces.

And it is the color of the rose you left on her grave.