| I sowed the seeds of love
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| I sowed them in the springtime
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| Gathered them up in the morning so soon
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| While small birds sweetly sing
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| While small birds sweetly sing
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| My garden was planted well
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| With flowers everywhere
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| I had not the liberty to choose for myself
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| The flower I held most dear
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| The gardener standing by Three flowers he gave to me He gave me the violet, the lily and the pink
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| But I refused all three
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| The violet I did not like
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| Because it fades so soon
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| The lily and the pink I did overthink
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| And vowed I would wait til June
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| For in June is the red, red rose
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| And that’s the flower for me Ofttimes Have I plucked that red rosy bush
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| And gained a willow tree
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| Now the willow tree may twist
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| And the willow tree may twine
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| I wish I was lying in that young woman’s arms
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| That once held this heart of mine |