| If God made little roses
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| Of heartbroken blue
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| I’d wear one at my collar
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| To remind me of you
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| If God made little flowers
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| In the color of tears
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| They’d grow up 'round my doorway
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| And bloom through the years
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| Pretty roses, like the blue of the bud
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| Pretty flowers, my garden of love
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| You left my heart’s tender garden
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| With the blues falling down
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| For when your love had faded
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| The briars twisted 'round
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| Pretty roses, like the blue of the bud
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| Pretty flowers, my garden of love
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| Now I see you in dreams, dear
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| Your memory stayed
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| I’ll gather them together
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| In a lover’s bouquet
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| Pretty roses, like the blue of the bud
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| Pretty flowers, my garden of love
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| Pretty roses, like the blue of the bud
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| Pretty flowers, my garden of love |