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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=382880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Red, Red Rose Of Sanity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=382880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is a red, red rose<br>that grows outside my pane.<br>A pane that's never opened and where I must remain.<br>I don't know how long I've been here<br>or how many years.<br>All I seem to remember is a red, red rose appears.<br>As I look outside the pane that's spaced by iron bars, <br>the only other thing I see at night time are the stars.<br>The rose that grows outside my pane<br>I wish that I could touch.<br>The feel of it I do not know, but the sight's a red, red blush.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=382880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They feed me and bathe me and then they bring me back.<br>And then they give me shots and a pill they call Prozac.<br>It's then I become so quiet and no one even knows<br>that the only thing I live for is to see my red, red rose.<br>Sometimes I hear them talking as I sit there by the pane.<br>Most words I do not understand except the word 'insane.'<br>I think it means that something in my head isn't right.<br>How'd this happen to me? Why is this my plight? <br>I close my ears to all they say and see my red, red rose.<br>I often wish the pane was up so I could use my nose<br>to smell the sweet, sweet perfume I know the rose must give.<br>It's the only thought I have that makes me want to live.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=382880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sometimes when the snow appears, my rose is gone away.<br>It's then I do remember, remember how to pray.<br>I pray that God will send the sun, the warmth and not the snows, <br>so I can look out of my pane to see my red, red rose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=382880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=382880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Dedicated to all who have been institutionalized</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edwina+Reizer">Edwina Reizer</a></strong></div>

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