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The valley green was so serene
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In the middle ran a stream so blue...
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A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there
and she told him... She would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so, Never let go, I will be your ghost of a rose"
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Her eyes believed in mysteries
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She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
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Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still
and quiet and mild and he loved her... When she would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so, Never let go, I will be your ghost of a rose"
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...ghost of a rose
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When all was done, she turned to run
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Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever He'd hear her say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so, Never let go, I will be your ghost of a rose"
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"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so, Never let go, I will be your ghost of a rose"
|: | | | :| (ad lib.)