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In the open part of the states |
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North wind swooped on The Great Plains |
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And down come from the sky |
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A pretty meadowlark sat by her side |
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And he called her his Wild Prairie Rose |
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His Wild Prairie Rose |
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Clipped her with his beak |
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And he held her to his yellow breast |
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Then up in to the clouds |
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Where she and her meadowlark bound |
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And he called her his Wild Prairie Rose |
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His Wild Prairie Rose |
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He called her his Wild Prairie Rose |
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His Wild Prairie Rose |
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So higher and higher they flew |
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And they did so for days and days |
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But without her roots |
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All her petals were wilted away |
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So down to the ground they did come |
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And he laid her in the gritty mud |
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Her life had seen its last moments |
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And he flew off for another bud |
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And he called her his Wild Prairie Rose |
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His Wild Prairie Rose |
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He called her his Wild Prairie Rose |
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His Wild Prairie Rose |
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Wild Prairie Rose |