| The sun goes down in Calvin county
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| Neon lights from an old beer sign
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| Shown through the window out on the sidewalk
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| As I walked in to pass the time;
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| I looked around, sat down at a table
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| Ordered beef on rye and a glass of wine
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| And through the door came a little old lady
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| She was selling paper roses and they only cost a dime
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| Paper Rosie, Paper Rosie
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| She sold you Paper Roses, But they only cost a dime
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| Silver hair that’s lost its' Gold
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| Trembling hand as she passed the rose
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| Red Crepe paper, made nature’s bouquet
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| Help a little old lady buy a rose today;
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| I took the rose from her trembing hand
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| With eyes of age, she smilled and walked away
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| Like a breath of spring I could smell the rose
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| It came alive and I heard her say
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| Buy my Roses, pretty roses
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| They’re only made of paper
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| But they only cost a dime
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| I went to look for her outside
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| A spray of roses lay by her side
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| The sky lit up and the choir sang
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| A thousand voices as the church bells rang
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| They sang Rosie (Rosie), paper Rosie (Rosie)
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| She sold you Paper Roses
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| But they only cost a dime
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| Paper Rosie (Rosie), Paper Rosie (Rosie)
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| She sold you paper roses
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| But they only cost a dime |