[00:04](Blue Is The Colour)
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[00:06.70]Alone in the world was poor little Anne
[00:12.64]As sweet a young child as you'd find
[00:19.20]Her parents had gone to their final reward
[00:25.52]Leaving their baby behind
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[00:31.27]Did you hear this poor little child
[00:34.52]Was only nine years of age
[00:38.08]When mother and dad went away
[00:43.64]Still she bravely worked
[00:47.39]At the one thing she knew
[00:50.83]To earn a few pennies a day
[00:55.89]
[00:56.64]She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
[01:04.64]Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
[01:09.77]She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
[01:17.02]Fashioned from Annie's despair
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[01:22.95]With papers and shears, with wire and wax
[01:29.21]She made up each tulip and mum
[01:35.89]As snow flakes drifted in to her tenement room
[01:42.14]Her baby little fingers grew numb
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[01:48.58]>From artificial flowers, those artificial flowers
[01:55.71]Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear
[02:00.83]She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
[02:08.08]Made from Annie's despair
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[02:14.14]And they found little Annie all covered in ice
[02:20.52]Still clutching her poor frozen shears
[02:26.90]Amidst all the blossoms, she had fashioned by hand
[02:33.27]And watered with all her young tears
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[02:39.89]There must be a Heaven where little Annie can play
[02:46.08]In heavenly gardens and bowers
[02:52.46]And instead of halo, she'll wear round her head
[02:58.96]A garland of genuine flowers
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[03:05.08]No more artificial flowers, artificial flowers
[03:11.83]Flowers for ladies of society to wear
[03:17.96]Those artificial flowers, artificial flowers
[03:24.71]Fashioned from Annie's
[03:31.08]Fashioned from Annie's despair
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