| Each Sunday morning at breaking of day
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| A most lovely creature she passes my way
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| I stand at my window to catch her eye
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| But her head never turns as she passes me by Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa,
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| What is this feeling that harms me so
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| Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa
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| Soon you must love me or let me go As I Wander around thru the country side
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| There? |
| s many a girl that would be my bride, But always before the vows I can
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| say
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| Her image returns and she draws me away Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa, What is this
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| feeling that harms me so
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| Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa
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| Soon you must love me or let me go |