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1954
In a garden of roses We danced that night With a lover's moon shining Like silver, so bright When an old fortune teller By chance, we met, Said that love, like the rose, Has its thorns, don't forget How I laughed when she said it I never dreamed we'd part Thank you for using Lyricsvault.net Your sweet kiss is the thorn That has broken my poor heart Pretty roses, with roses My love story ends For tonight in the garden He weds my best friend How I laughed when she said it I never dreamed we'd part Your sweet kiss is the thorn That has broken my poor heart Pretty roses, with roses My love story ends For tonight in the garden He weds my best friend
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