| For I bring a little white gardenia
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| As refreshing as a day in May
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| You may wear it if you care
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| Or toss it away
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| If you look into this white gardenia
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| There’s a message there I dare not say
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| That I’ll let this little white gardenia convey.
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| Who knows tomorrow we may be
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| Together or so far apart
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| Take this token of my love
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| Cherish it and keep it close to your heart
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| If our paths should ever cross again dear
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| Accidentally, or by fate designed
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| If you wear a little white gardenia
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| I’ll know you are mine.
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| Who knows tomorrow we may be
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| Together or so far apart
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| Take this token of my love
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| Cherish it and keep it close to your heart
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| If our paths should ever cross again dear
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| Accidentally, or by fate designed
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| If you wear a little white gardenia
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| I’ll know you are mine. |