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Everyday i sent another present, |
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Just to let her know how very much i care . . . |
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Wrote a little love note with each present, |
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But it didn't seem to get me anywhere . . . |
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My poor worried heart was almost certain, |
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That this love affair would never be . . . |
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Then i sent a dozen yellow roses, |
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Then from that moment she belonged to me . . . |
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Roses, roses, roses i thank all the roses |
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That bloom in the spring . . . |
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Love is a wonderful thing, |
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The rest of my life i will bring her |
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Roses and roses and roses of love . . . |
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Roses, roses, roses i thank you for saying |
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What i couldn't say . . . |
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Oh!, what a wonderful way, |
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To tell her, 'i love you' each day, |
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With roses and roses and roses of love . . . |
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And roses and roses and roses of love, |
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And roses and roses and roses . . . |
