| I’ve been gathering flowers from the hillside
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| To wreath around your brow
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| But you’ve kept me a-waitin' so long, dear
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| The flowers have all withered now
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| I know that you have seen trouble
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| But never hang down your head
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| Your love for me is like the flowers
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| Your love for me is dead
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| It was on one bright June morning
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| The roses were in bloom
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| I shot and killed my darling
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| And what will be my doom?
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| Closed eyes cannot see these roses
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| Closed hands cannot hold them, you know
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| And these lips that still cannot kiss me
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| Has gone from me forever more |