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My flowers grow green |
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So pretty to see |
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My true love has promised to come back to me |
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He promised to stay |
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For a lifetime through |
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And change my sad flowers to the red white and blue |
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He held me and kist me |
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And swore he'd be mine |
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When he came back last trip from the deep salty brine |
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It was on that sweet morning |
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That I told him I cared |
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And a bouquet of new hope he tied in my hair |
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My roses of summer, |
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My violets for spring |
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Forgetmenots bloomed round my cheeks like a ring |
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Buttercups and daisies |
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Peeping so shy |
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Nobody can love you as dearly as I |
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My pinks and my phlox, |
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And my four o'clocks all |
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Love vines are climbing my high garden wall |
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My flowers brought you |
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From across that sad sea |
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You'll never kiss another one pretty as me |
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My flowers brought you |
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From across that sad sea |
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You'll never kiss another, prettier than me |
