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I will bring you flowers, in the morning |
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Wild roses, as the sun begins to shine |
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Sweet perfume in tiny jewelled caskets |
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If I thought you'd ever change your mind |
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I would take you where the music's sweetest |
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And feed you winter fruits and summer wines |
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I'll show you things you'd only see in story books |
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If I thought you'd ever change your mind |
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I will bring you happiness |
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Wrapped up in a box and tied with a yellow bow |
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I will bring you rainbow skies and summer rain to make your garden grow |
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And in the winter snow, my songs will keep you from the cold |
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But what use of flowers, in the morning |
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When the garden they should grow in is not mine |
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And what use are sunshine when you're crying |
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And my falling tears are mingled with the wine |
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I will bring you happiness |
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Wrapped up in a box and tied with a yellow bow |
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I will bring you rainbow skies and summer rain to make your garden grow |
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And in the winter snow, my songs will keep you from the cold |
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I will bring you flowers, in the morning |
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Wild roses, as the sun begins to shine |
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Winter fruits and summer wine |
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Sweet perfume and columbine |
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If I thought you'd ever change your mind |
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If I thought you'd ever change your mind |
