Here's a rose from my garden where the bloom of romance grows
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But I'll keep on apart near my aching heart just a petal from a faded rose
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Love'd be sweet in the morning when the breeze of summer blows
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But will fade and die when the winter's nigh a petal from a faded rose
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I will live with the roses where the stream of mem'ry flows
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And each time I dream the tear will gleam on this petal from a faded rose
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Just a petal from a faded rose
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Petal From A Faded Rose
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| Wilma Burgess |
