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O flower at my
Why blossom you so fair,
With your green and purple
Upturned to sun and air

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose
But the theory now
That the apple's a rose,

O lesson well and wisely
Stay with me to the last,
That all my life may better
For the trial that is past

Oh
a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon,
If you listen to popular rumour;
From morning to night he's so joyous and bright,

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Yellow bike, grinning sun.
My first ride, your helping arms -
Caring daddy, busy mom -
Now let go, the journey starts.