| Roses are red, and violets are blue
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| Primroses pale on a velvet green hue
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| Warm summer days by cool waterfalls
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| Like the music we hear
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| Those things we’ll always hold dear
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| Like an old fashioned waltz
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| When the moonlight shines down
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| On the Hollywood world
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| And the heroine waits for her beau to return
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| And violins play from behind garden walls
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| How I’d love to remain with the silver refrain
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| Of an old fashioned waltz
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| As they dance round the floor
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| And there’s no-one else there
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| And the world is no more and there’s never a care
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| By the perfect lagoon where the nightingale calls
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| With only the moon and the nostalgic tune
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| Of an old fashioned waltz
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| Roses are red and violets are blue
|
| Primroses pale on a velvet green hue
|
| Warm summer days by cool waterfalls
|
| Like the music we hear
|
| Those things we’ll always hold dear
|
| Like an old fashioned waltz
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| Like an old fashioned waltz
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| An old fashioned waltz |