| I suppose a single rose is pretty as it gets
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| And when the lights go down at night, I love the quietness
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| I love shy glances, slow romances
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| And hats that hide a kiss
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| Let’s you and me go back in time
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| And find the things we miss
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| When hands were gentle and words were kind
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| And love could wait a long, long time
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| And private matters held their hush
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| And grooms were gallant and brides would blush
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| Does it seem a silly dream played back in black and white?
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| Pearls and gloves and hymns of love
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| The lines of wrong and right
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| Well, let’s hush the cynic for just a minute
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| And let the dreamers dare
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| To dream of love that never fails
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| Oh, won’t you take me there?
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| When hands were gentle and words were kind
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| And love could wait a long, long time
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| And private matters held their hush
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| And grooms were gallant and brides would blush
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| Shut the shutters, power down
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| Let the world spin back around
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| To deep respect and no regrets
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| The dignity of you and me
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| When hands were gentle and words were kind
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| And love could wait a long, long time
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| And private matters held their hush
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| And grooms were gallant and brides would blush |