My Lavender rose, you’re not pink, you’re not red, your lavender,
special and sweet, you’re so full of glory, you do not weep,
My lavender rose….
Your fragrance, my, my, and as I pass by with you and your friends, I cannot
help but pluck you for my consent… I’m sorry, but I adore you so, my
beautiful lavender rose.
My rose, My dear rose, why do you hang down so low? Why, Why,
What have I done to make you weep so? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, as I watch
your once beautiful petals fall, what happened, to my beautiful lavender
rose…

 
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