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White dress blows in the wind |
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And the dust whips up all of those memories of you once again |
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Oh darling, once again |
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A silence, a hush so complete |
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Just the bell of the church ringing out in the street |
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All for you, oh darling, is it you? |
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'Cause all the black roses speak of you |
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'Cause all the black roses speak of you |
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When a whisper still floats around |
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All the heads are hung low and my friends are nowhere to be found |
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Oh darling, is it you? |
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To be young, to be just at the start |
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When all that you know is a longing to lay down your heart |
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Oh darling, it was you |
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'Cause all the black roses speak of you |
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All the black roses speak of you |
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'Cause all the black roses speak of you |
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All the black roses speak of you |
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Speak of you |
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Speak of you |