The valley green was so serene
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In the middle ran a stream so blue...
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A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him...
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She would say...
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"Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
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I love you so,
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Never let go,
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I will be your ghost of a rose..."
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Her eyes believed in mysteries
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She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
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Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her...
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When she would say...
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"Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
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I love you so,
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Never let go,
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I will be your ghost of a rose..."
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When all was done, she turned to run
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Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
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And ever more he thought he saw
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A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
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He'd hear her say...
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"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
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I love you so,
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Never let go,
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I will be your ghost of a rose..."
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Ghost Of A Rose
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| Blackmore's Night |
