| I once had a gown, it was almost new
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| Oh, the daintiest thing, it was sweet Alice blue
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| With little forget-me-nots placed here and there
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| When I had it on, oh, I walked on the air!
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| And it wore, and it wore, and it wore
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| 'Til it went, and it wasn’t no more
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| In my sweet little Alice blue gown
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| When I first wandered down into town
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| I was so proud inside
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| As I felt every eye
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| And in every shop window I primped, passing by
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| A new manner of fashion I’d found
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| And the world seemed to smile all around
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| 'Til it wilted, I wore it
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| I’ll always adore it
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| My sweet little Alice blue gown!
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| The little silk worms that made silk for that gown
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| Just made that much silk and then crawled in the ground
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| 'Cause there never was anything like it before
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| And I don’t care to hope there will be any more!
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| And it’s gone, 'cause it just had to be
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| Still it wears in my memory
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| In my sweet little Alice blue gown
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| When I first wandered down into town
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| I was so proud inside
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| As I felt every eye
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| And in every shop window I primped, passing by
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| A new manner of fashion I’d found
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| And the world seemed to smile all around
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| So it wouldn’t be proper
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| If made of silk were another
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| My sweet little Alice blue gown! |