| I will 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 jewelled caskets
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| If I thought you’d ever change your mind
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| I will take you where the music’s sweetest
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| Feed you winter fruits and summer wines
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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 will bring you happiness tied up in a box and tied
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| with a yellow bow
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| I will bring you summer rain and rainbow skies to make
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| your garden grow
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| And in the winter snow my songs will keep you from the
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| cold
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| But what use are 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 will bring you happiness wrapped up in a box and tied
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| with a yellow bow
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| I will bring you rainbow skies and summer rain to make
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| your garden grow
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| And in the winter snow my songs will keep you from the
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| cold
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| I will 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, sweet perfume and
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| 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 |