| I want to take you to a little room
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| A little room where all the roses bloom
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| I want to lead you into Nature’s hall
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| Where ev’ry year the roses give a ball
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| They have an orchestra up in the trees
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| For their musicians are the birds and bees
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| And they will sing us a song
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| As we are strolling along
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| In sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
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| Where the honey bees are «A-Maying»
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| There all the roses are swaying
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| Dancing while the meadow brook flows
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| The moon when shining is more than ever designing
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| For 'tis ever then I am pining
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| Pining to be sweetly reclining
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| Somewhere in Roseland
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| Beside a beautiful rose
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| The ball is over and tulips meet
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| Their little kisses are so short and sweet
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| The lilies nod to the forget-me-nots
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| When they’re departing in their flower pots
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| But all the roses with their spirits high
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| Remain to love until they droop and die
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| And dear, why shouldn’t it be
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| Just so with you and with me
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| In sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playing
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| Where the honey bees are «A-Maying»
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| There all the roses are swaying
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| Dancing while the meadow brook flows
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| The moon when shining is more than ever designing
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| For 'tis ever then I am pining
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| Pining to be sweetly reclining
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| Somewhere in Roseland
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| Beside a beautiful rose |