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Red is the first cry of dawn,

The last ember clinging to night.

It blooms in the rose,

Burns in the fire,

And beats beneath every heartbeat.

It is courage before the battle,

Love before the first embrace,

Anger that refuses silence,

And hope that survives every storm.

Red is not merely a color—

It is a pulse,

A promise,

A reminder that to live

Is to burn a little brighter.