| The willows stand on guard in the dark
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| Where lovers are rowing alone in the park
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| In awe of each other they make a mistake
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| And find they must spend one more night on the lake
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| And I don’t care if anyone knows
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| There’s no-one so fair as my Tokyo rose
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| I don’t care if anyone knows
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| There’s no-one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie
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| The blossom has fallen before the west wind;
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| The butterfly lies with its silken wings pinned;
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| Alone in the temple the lovers rejoice
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| And sing to each other with one single voice
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| I wear my silk kimono black
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| Get you monkey off my back
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| No matter where the west wind blows
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| You’ll never find a fallen rose
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| The flowers of heaven are roses in bloom;
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| The east wind turns west in the walls of my room
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| I build my defence in the palace of sin
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| The lovers make home and the loser must win |