Alone in the world
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Was poor little Anne
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As sweet a young child as you'd find.
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Her parents had gone
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To their final reward
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Leavin' their baby behind.
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Did ya hear?
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This... poor little child
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Was only nine years of age
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When mother and dad went away.
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Still she brav-el-y worked
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At the one thing she knew
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To earn her few pennies a day.
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She made artificial flowers
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Artificial flowers
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Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear.
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She made artificial flowers
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Ya know... those artificial flowers
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Fashioned from Annie's despair.
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With paper and shears
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With some wire and wax
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She made up each tulip and mum.
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As snowflakes drifted
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Into her tenement room
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Her baby little fingers grew numb.
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From makin' artificial flowers
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Those artificial flowers
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Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear.
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She made artificial flowers
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Artificial flowers
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Made from Annie's despair.
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They found little Annie
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All covered with ice
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Still clutchin' her poor frozen shears.
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Amidst all the blossoms
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She had fashioned by hand
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And watered with all her young tears.
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There must be a heaven
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Where little Annie can play
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In heavenly gardens and bowers.
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And instea-a-ad of a halo
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She'll wear 'round her head
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A garland of genuine flowers.
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No more artificial flowers
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Throw away those artificial flowers
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Flowers for ladies of society to wear.
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Throw away those artificial flowers
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Those dumb-dumb flowers...
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Fashioned from Annie's...
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Fashioned from A-a-a-annie's des-pa-a-a-air.
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Give her the real thing!
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Artificial Flowers
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| Bobby Darin |
