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Oh Rose,
I've just spied a baby named Rose
and everything I see
seems sweeter than can be
from Rose
Oh Rose
the world sings before you, dear Rose
no bits can yet compare
to the joy that's in the air
from Rose
I hope that we shall meet
It will surely be a treat
Oh Rose,
you sweetheart
you've stolen my heart
I'll never stop saying,
oh Rose...
[to be continued in a future blog...]