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One day I saw a rose,In a park near my house.It was red andGrowing in flower bed.It took timeTo write my rhyme,But the rose grewIn its period of time...
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Oh! I wish I'd looked after my hair,So they would not fall here and there,Golden-brown was their color,Oh! I wish I'd looked after my hair.Now I remem..
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