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A long, long time ago |
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On graduation day |
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You handed me your book |
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I signed this way: |
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"Roses are red, my love. |
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Violets are blue. |
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Sugar is sweet, my love. |
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But not as sweet as you." |
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We dated through high school. |
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And when the big day came, |
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I wrote into your book, |
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next to my name: |
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"Roses are red, my love. |
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Violets are blue. |
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Sugar is sweet, my love. |
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But not as sweet as you." |
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Then I went far away |
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And you found someone new |
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I read your letter dear |
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And I wrote back to you: |
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"Roses are red, my love. |
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Violets are blue. |
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Sugar is sweet, my love. |
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But luck may god bless you." |
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Is that your little girl? |
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She looks a lot like you. |
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Someday some boy will write |
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in her book, too. |
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"Roses are red, my love. |
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Violets are blue. |
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Sugar is sweet, my love. |
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But not as sweet as you." |