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I sowed the seeds of love |
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I sowed them in the spring |
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I gathered them up in the morning so clear |
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When the small birds so sweetly sing |
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When the small birds so sweetly sing |
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The gardener was standing by |
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I asked him to choose for me |
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He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink |
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But those I refused all three |
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But those I refused all three |
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The violet I did not like |
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Because it bloomed so soon |
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The lily and the pink I really over-think |
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So I thought I would wait till June |
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So I thought I would wait till June |
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In June there was a red rose bud |
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That is the flower for me |
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I often times have plucked that red rose bud |
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Till I gained the willow tree |
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Till I gained the willow tree |
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The willow tree will twist |
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The willow tree will twine |
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I often have wished I was in the young man's arms |
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Who once had the arms of mine |
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Who once had the arms of mine |
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I sowed the seeds of love |
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I sowed them in the spring |
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I gathered them up in the morning so soon |
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When the small birds so sweetly sing |
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When the small birds so sweetly sing |
