.Mama sold roses in the year '49
They were made out of paper and sold for a dime
She carved out a living by walking the streets
Crying, who'll buy my roses with a voice soft and sweet
If love was a measure of diamonds or gold
No one could afford the roses she sold
She'd s.
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