.Aw, we walked the streets of Greenwich Village
Holdin' hands like school kids in the summer August sun
Smilin' at the passing strangers on their way
And wishin' the end would never come
Then a flower lady sold me one red rose to give you
For your chestnut hair, just to make it sh.
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