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| A long, long time ago, on graduation day;
You handed me your book, I signed this way: "Roses are red, my love, violets are blue; Sugar is sweet, my love, but not as sweet as you." We dated through high school, and when the big day came; I wrote into your book, next to my name: "Roses are red, my love, violets are blue; Sugar is sweet, my love, but not as sweet as you." Then I went far away and you found someone new; I read your letter, Dear, and I wrote back to you: "Roses are red, my love, violets are blue; Sugar is sweet, my love, good luck -God bless you, too. Is that your little girl? She looks a lot like you; Someday a boy will write in her book, too: "Roses are red, my love, violets are blue; Sugar is sweet, my love, but not as sweet as you." |
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