| I would 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 jeweled 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 wine
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| Show you things you’ve only read in story books
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| If I thought you’d ever change your mind
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| I would bring you happiness
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| Wrapped up in a box and tied with a yellow bow
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| I would bring you summer rain and rainbow skies to make your garden grow
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| And in the winter snow my songs would 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 is sunshine if I’m crying
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| And my falling tears are mingled with the wine
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| I would bring you happiness
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| Wrapped up in a box and tied with a yellow bow
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| I would bring you rainbow skies
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| And summer rain to make your garden grow
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| And in the winter snow my songs would keep you from the cold
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| I would bring you flowers in the morning
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| Wild roses when 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 |