| Roses are red, my love
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| A long, long time ago,
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| On graduation day.
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| You handed me your book ...
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| I signed this way:
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| "Roses are red, my love.
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| Violets are blue.
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| Sugar is sweet, my love.
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| But not as sweet as you."
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| We dated through high school.
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| And when the big day came,
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| I wrote into your book,
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| Next to my name:
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| "Roses are red, my love.
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| Violets are blue.
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| Sugar is sweet, my love.
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| But not as sweet as you."
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| Then I went far away
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| And you found someone new.
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| I read your letter dear,
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| And I wrote back to you:
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| "Roses are red, my love.
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| Violets are blue.
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| Sugar is sweet, my love.
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| Good luck may God bless you."
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| Is that your little girl?
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| She looks a lot like you.
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| Someday some boy will write
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| In her book, too.
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| "Roses are red, my love.
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| Violets are blue.
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| Sugar is sweet, my love.
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| But not as sweet as you." |