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“The river is long. The valley is dry. The birds, they don’t sing. They just hang their heads and cry. It’s lonesomest sound. Now, how do I get through? When even the wild roses are blue. In my dreams, dreams, dreams, you reach out for me. In my dreams, dreams, dreams, I reach out for you. I wake up crying. There’s nothing I can do. Even the wild roses are blue. Even the wild roses are blue. I cheat ‘cause I lie. I lie 'cause I steal. And I steal because my heart’s been buried in a field.”
— Blue Roses by Runaway June
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