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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem |
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A red rose up in Spanish Harlem |
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It is a special one |
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That never sees the sun |
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And only comes out when the moon is on the run |
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And all the stars are gleaming |
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I'm goin' to pick that rose |
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And watch her as she grows |
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In my garden |
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem |
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A red rose up in Spanish Harlem |
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With eyes as black as coal |
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That look down in my soul |
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And starts a fire there and then I lose control |
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I have to beg your pardon |
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I'm goin' to pick that rose |
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And watch her as she grows |
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In my garden |
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With eyes as black as coal |
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That look down in my soul |
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And starts a fire there and then I lose control |
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I have to beg your pardon |
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I'm goin' to pick that rose |
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And watch her as she grows |
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In my garden |
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I'm goin' to pick that rose |
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And watch her as she grows |
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In my garden |
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In Spanish Harlem |
