the morning that you woke up,
to find me at your door
with a rose, that precious flower,
and only a few things more
i wonder what you were thinking
under that look of confusion and fright,
and while you stood there blinking
i thought maybe i should have came at night
to find me at your door
with a rose, that precious flower,
and only a few things more
i wonder what you were thinking
under that look of confusion and fright,
and while you stood there blinking
i thought maybe i should have came at night

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