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Red Roses
When I wake up in the morning
The birds in the trees are singing,
Beautiful butterflies flying in the garden;
Like a stitch that has been permanently burden.
I stared at my window
Remembering my sorrow,
But when I saw the red roses;
I...
The birds in the trees are singing,
Beautiful butterflies flying in the garden;
Like a stitch that has been permanently burden.
I stared at my window
Remembering my sorrow,
But when I saw the red roses;
I...
