| I am a rose of Sharon
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| A lily of the valley
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| As a lily grown among the thorns
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| Love in this world has found me
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| As an apple tree among the trees
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| Growing deep in the forest
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| My lover’s form is comely
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| With life and limb most joyous
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| Rise up my love and come away
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| The rain is over and gone
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| Your love is fruit of my darkest day
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| And I am your Rose of Sharon
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| His gentle hand lies under my head
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| His shoulders turn to face me
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| I shall not stir him from my bed
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| While he does so embrace me
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| Oh, bring me wine to pass the time
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| Though none but him can soothe me
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| I am my beloved’s and he is mine
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| Desire for his pleasure moves me
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| Rise up my love and come away
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| The rain is over and gone
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| Your love is fruit of my darkest day
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| And I am your Rose of Sharon
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| Rise up my love and come away
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| The rain is over and gone
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| Your love is fruit of my darkest day
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| And I am your Rose of Sharon |