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Love burns in a young man's heart, |
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He would give her the moon and the stars, |
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And all the |
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Treasures of the |
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Pharaohs for a moment in her arms; |
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To the Ball with him she will go, if her brings a red, red rose, |
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But there is only a rose of white in his garden green; |
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And calling up to the sky, the birds heard his lonely cry;"Sing for her sweet Nightingale, tell her of my love,Bring for her sweet Nightingale a red, red rose of love;Said the tree to the Nightingale," |
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Upon this thorn you must impale your heart, |
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And then the blood will turn this white rose red;"All night, the little bird sang,But in the morning she was gone,And beside her on the ground lay a red, red rose;When the boy found it there, joy came from his despair;" |
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You sang for her, sweet |
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Nightingale, |
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You told her of my love, |
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You bring for her, sweet |
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Nightingale, |
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This red, red rose of love;"So he brought her the beautiful rose," |
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To the Ball with me you will go,"" |
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But no," she said, " |
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I have jewels instead, |
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Another has won my heart, and from you, |
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Now I must part, so take your foolish rose and go!"Sing for her sweet Nightingale,Sing from Heaven above,Bring for her sweet Nightingale,The wisdom that is love, the wisdom that is love. |
