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Roses are red, and violets are blue, |
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Primroses pale on a velvet green hue, |
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Warm summer days by cool waterfalls, |
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Like the music we hear, |
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Those things we'll always hold dear, |
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Like an old fashioned waltz. |
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When the moonlight shines down |
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On the hollywood world, |
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And the heroine waits for her beau to return, |
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And violins play from behind garden walls, |
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How i'd love to remain with the silver refrain |
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Of an old fashioned waltz. |
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As they dance round the floor, |
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And there's no-one else there, |
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And the world is no more and there's never a care, |
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By the perfect lagoon where the nightingale calls, |
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With only the moon and the nostalgic tune |
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Of an old fashioned waltz. |
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Roses are red and violets are blue, |
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Primroses pale on a velvet green hue, |
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Warm summer days by cool waterfalls, |
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Like the music we hear, |
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Those things we'll always hold dear, |
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Like an old fashioned waltz, |
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Like an old fashioned waltz, |
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An old fashioned waltz. |