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I want to take you to a little room |
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A little room where all the roses bloom |
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I want to lead you into Nature's hall |
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Where ev'ry year the roses give a ball |
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They have an orchestra up in the trees |
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For their musicians are the birds and bees |
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And they will sing us a song |
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As we are strolling along |
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In sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing |
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Where the honey bees are "A-Maying" |
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There all the roses are swaying |
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Dancing while the meadow brook flows |
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The moon when shining is more than ever designing |
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For 'tis ever then I am pining |
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Pining to be sweetly reclining |
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Somewhere in Roseland |
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Beside a beautiful rose |
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The ball is over and tulips meet |
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Their little kisses are so short and sweet |
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The lilies nod to the forget-me-nots |
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When they're departing in their flower pots |
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But all the roses with their spirits high |
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Remain to love until they droop and die |
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And dear, why shouldn't it be |
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Just so with you and with me |
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In sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing |
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Where the honey bees are "A-Maying" |
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There all the roses are swaying |
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Dancing while the meadow brook flows |
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The moon when shining is more than ever designing |
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For 'tis ever then I am pining |
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Pining to be sweetly reclining |
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Somewhere in Roseland |
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Beside a beautiful rose |
