I tried to get away for you'd let me,
sweet southern charm what I'd get me.
Roses are red, white lace on your arm,
the fewer the words, show I want to.
Lovely your face it changes as time,
time march on for you, I stand still.
Standing still one tall hill it stands out,
catching my breath, you sitting down.
Lass, fairer the hill that looks green.
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