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There once was an artist
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He had a house and his canvases.
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But he loved an actress,
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One who loved flowers.
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So he sold his house,
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Sold his paintings and the roof over his head,
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And with all the money
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Bought a whole sea of flowers.
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A million, a million, a million crimson roses,
From the window, the window the window you see.
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He who's in love, in love, in earnest,
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Turned his life into flowers for you.
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Maybe you've lost your mind?
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Like the continuation of a dream,
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Your soul trembles
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What millionaire is playing this trick?
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The poor artist stands.
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He who's in love, in love, in earnest,
Turned his life into flowers for you.
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The meeting was short.
In the night a train took her away.
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