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Someday the silver moon and I will go to dreamland |
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I will close my eyes and wake up there in dreamland |
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And Tell me who will put flowers on a flower's grave? |
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Who will say a prayer? |
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Will I meet a China rose there in dreamland? |
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Or does love lie bleeding in dreamland? |
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Are these days forever and always? |
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And if we are to die tonight |
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Is there a moonlight up ahead? |
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And if we are to die tonight |
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Another rose will bloom |
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For a faded rose |
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Will I be the one that you save? |
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I love when it showers |
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But no one puts flowers |
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On a flower's grave |
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As one rose blooms and another will die |
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It's always been that way |
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I remember the showers |
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But no one puts flowers |
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On a flower's grave |
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And if we are to die tonight |
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Is there a moonlight up ahead? |
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I remember the showers |
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But no one puts flowers |
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On a flower's grave |