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Little Black Black Rose

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Little black black rose, sits on a tree.
Little black black rose, when the wind blows, you fly away.
Little black black rose, where are you going?
Little black black rose, you're floating in the river.
Flowing with the water.
Little black black rose, the wind blows.
You're blowing away with the wind again.
Where are you going?
Will I find you?
Little black black rose...
I've lost my mind, you're now mine.

 

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