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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Primrose is pale
On the velvet green hue
Warm summer days
Like cool water falls
Like music we hear
Those things we'll always hold dear
Like an old fashioned waltz
When the moonlight shines down
On the Hollywood world
And the heroine waits
For her love to return
And the violins play
From behind garden walls
Oh, how I love to remain
With the silver refrain
Of an old fashioned waltz
And they dance 'round the floor
And there's no one else there
In the world is no worry
And is never a care
And the perfect moon
As the nightingale calls
With only the moon
And the nostalgic tune
Of an old fashioned waltz
HATA BİLDİR
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