| Well, my love is a flower just beginning to bloom
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| Like those things from your garden that spring from the gloom.
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| My love is a flower just beginning to bloom…
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| Beginning to bloom, to bloom.
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| My love is a birdie who’s just learning to trill.
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| I must be patient with her now so I will.
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| My love is a flower just beginning to bloom…
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| Beginning to bloom, to bloom.
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| She’s still learning to love herself,
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| She’s still learning to let herself go,
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| And she’s still learning to trust herself,
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| And Jonathan’s gotta be patient because I know
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| That my love is a flower just beginning to bloom
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| Just like those things from your garden that spring from the gloom.
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| My love is a flower just beginning to bloom…
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| She’s just beginning to bloom, to bloom.
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| She’s still learning to love herself,
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| And she’s still learning to let herself go (and that’s hard, you know)
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| She’s still learning to trust herself (I gotta give her a break)
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| I gotta be so patient, because I know
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| That my love she’s like a flower just beginning to bloom
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| Like those things from your garden that spring from the gloom.
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| My love is a flower just beginning to bloom…
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| Beginning to bloom, to bloom. |