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Rose Lady.
Walking in the garden,
Where the lily blows,
I saw a little lady
Sitting in a rose.
Where the lily blows,
I saw a little lady
Sitting in a rose.
When the little lady laughs,
The rose-bud opens wide;
And the dew-drops on the leaves
Are tears the lady cried.
The rose-bud opens wide;
And the dew-drops on the leaves
Are tears the lady cried.
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And when the lady blushes
The rose-leaves all turn red;
But when the flower fades away,
The little dame is dead.
The rose-leaves all turn red;
But when the flower fades away,
The little dame is dead.
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