I made a special path for you
And I lined it with roses
And all kinds of petal flowers
In their best poses.
Then I waited like a hunter in the night
For you to come at mornings light.
And the days they passed,
They went on and on
'Till finally all the roses were gone,
The petals too had all went away,
But still I'm waiting and the path
Is there to stay.
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