Here's a rose from the garden where the bloom of romance grows
But I'll keep one part near my aching heart just a petal from a faded rose
Love is sweet in the morning when the breeze of summer blows
But will fade and die when the winter's nigh a petal from a faded rose
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Now our love is a mem'ry where it's gone nobody knows
But I'll hold so dear as a souvenir just a petal from a faded rose
I will live with the roses where the stream of mem'ry flows
And each time I dream a tear will gleam on the petal from a faded rose
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