| The valley green was so serene
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| In the middle ran a stream so blue
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| A maiden fair
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| In despair
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| Once had met her true love there
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| And she told him
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| She would say
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| Promise me When you see
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| A white rose you’ll think of me
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| I love you so never let go I will be your ghost of a rose
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| Her eyes believed
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| In mysteries
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| She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
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| Her spirit wild
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| Heart of a child
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| Yet gentle still, quiet and mild
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| And he loved her
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| When she would say
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| Promise me When you see
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| A white rose you’ll think of me
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| I love you so never let go I will be your ghost of a rose…
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| I will be your ghost of a rose…
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| When all was done
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| She turned to run
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| And danced into the setting sun
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| As he watched her
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| And ever more
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| He thought he saw
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| A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
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| He’d hear her say
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| Promise me When you see
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| A white rose you’ll think of me
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| I love you so never let go I will be your ghost of a rose…
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| Promise me When you see
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| A white rose you’ll think of me
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| I love you so never let go I will be your ghost of a rose…
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| Ghost of a rose…
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| Ghost of a rose… |