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T: Rose by the Door, The
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C: Andrea Hoag \2511985
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W: The rose by the door, I've seen it before, but never as lovely as now.
W: With you by my side, I'm filled with such pride, makes everything different somehow.
W: If my love were a boat, I'd set it afloat, and send it to gather up sun.
W: When it couldn't hold more, I'd bring it to shore, a present for my darling one.
W: Come dance through the night, your feet are so light.
W: Your hands make such music, I ne'er saw the like.
W: And when we are old, 'twill be better than gold, this day of the rose by the door.

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% %"It's hard to know where to write the dots, as they're never the same twice.  I
% %was sitting in the early morning sun on the back steps of the sound crew house at
% %Fiddle Tunes week in Port Townsend, WA.  A young couple in love came out and
% %walked across the sunny field.  Roses were growing there by the door".  Andrea
% %Hoag, 7425 Buffalo Ave, Takoma Park, MD 20912.
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