'Of course I'll buy you roses.' He said. 'But I hate roses.' She replied. 'Then daisies, or violets, or any type of flower. I'll buy them all for you' He promised. 'But I don't like roses.' She insisted. 'I'm not talking about roses anymore.' He replied. 'Yes you are! You are, you are!' She exclaimed. 'Are you listening?!' He cried, 'Are you listening at all?' 'No.' She replied, 'No, not at all. I stopped listening the day you promised roses, And all I got was rain.'
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