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The sweet notes |
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Of the memory calling you |
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Made his excuses first |
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His pleading notes |
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His lover's thirst |
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And through the crowd and silence spread as he |
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Descanted on love's scope and mystery |
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But not at you, she has faded in a day |
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But not at you, she has faded in a day |
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The secrets of all love are known to me |
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Throughout the darkest night |
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My song resounds |
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When love speaks in my soul |
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My voice replies |
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The plaintive wailing: |
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But not at you, she has faded in a day |
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My love is for the rose |
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I bow to her, I bow to her |
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The rose has faded, has faded |
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The rose, the rose, has faded, |
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Faded |
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But not at you, she has faded in a day |
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Has faded, faded |
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But not at you, she has faded in a day |
