Roses For Thee Grass bends under foot I’m back now to collect a few roses One goes to a woman Who loves so much she is weak Another for a man with perfect sight Yet chooses not to see The third for a girl She works in a jewelry boutique Last belongs to a boy Who has long been asleep Alas when all the roses Are where they need to be I can hop in my little sail boat And take to the sea
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