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While strolling through a lovely garden |
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As day was drawing to a close |
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My eyes beheld a tragic story |
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I saw a teardrop on the rose |
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It should have been a tear of gladness |
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But deep inside the sorrow shows |
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A trusting heart had just been broken |
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I saw a teardrop on the rose |
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A sobbing tear that follows parting |
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Holds all the pain that sorrow knows |
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A book to buy a life is shattered |
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There lies the story on the rose |
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The tear will dry the rose will wither |
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When spring and winter comes and goes |
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I loved, I lost, my story ended |
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With just a teardrop on the rose |
