Roses are red, my love ... doo doo da doooo ... 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.
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