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She makes me quiver
She makes me shiver
Quiver quiver
One more rhyme
Quiver Quiver
One more time
I quiver always with her
I quiver with a shiver
Quiver quiver
One more rhyme
I shall quiver
One more time
She makes me makes me makes me quiver
Quiver quiver
One more rhyme
I shall quiver
One more time...
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Curly locks
Snowdrops
Fair Maiden Blush
Buttercups
Blue Peter
Fall Days
Bright Eyes
Wysteria
Pink Spangle
Goldenrod
New Moon
Mertensia
Lilac
Moonshine
Snow Queen
Golden Drop
Solme
Cheerfulness
Blushing Bride
Fairytales
Pauline
Icicles
Butter Pat
Lacey Queen
Krinkled White
Honey Bells
Baby Moon
Son of Star
Meadowlark
Micheal Paul
Silver Queen
Jewel of Spring
Blue Stocking
Silver Pink
Evergold
Statuesque
China Pink
Solva
Funkia
Angelique
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Alice Everyday brings sunshine
To my house most every day
Alice Everyday brings her friends
Over to my house to play
Alice Everyday
Alice Everyday
Milicent and Gwendolyn
Druscilla and Vivian
Penelope and Cymbaline
Constance and Evangeline
Alice Everyday has the most
Interesting things to say
Her friends who come to play
Have the most interesting things to say
Alice Everyday
Alice Everyday
Edith and Felicia
Polly and Cecilia
Edwina and Eminence
Josephina and Patinece
Alice Everyday brings sunshine
To my house most every day
Alice Everyday has the most
Interesting things to say
Alice Everyday
Alice Everyday
Tante Heidi and Gina
Hilde and Valentina
Phllis and Dulcinea
Thankful and Anni-Frida
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Not an eye was dry
In heaven or on earth
The angels did cry
Why are angels crying
In a place so full of grace
With happiness and love
Counting the rosaries
Counting 1-2-3
Counting the rosaries
Counting the rosaries
Counting 1-2-3
Counting the rosaries
Happiness and love
Happiness and love
Hope and wish and pray
Somehow, some way
The angels won't cry
The angels will not cry
All is bright
Heart screwed in tight
With happiness and love
Counting the rosaries
Counting 1-2-3
Counting the rosaries
Counting the rosaries
Easy as A-B-C
Counting the rosaries
Happiness and love
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Miss Melancholy
High up in her frosty tower
She sits alone for hours and hours
And never smells the lotus flowers
Miss Melancholy
Miss Melancholy
Can't even hear the honey bees
Or eat a bowl of blueberries
Or climb up on the apple trees
Miss Melancholy
Day after day
Day after day after day
Miss Melancholy
High up in her frosty tower
She sits alone for hours and hours
And never smells the sunflowers
Miss Melancholy
Day after day
Day after day
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Sugar lips
Caroling
Sugar lips
Caroling
Angels we have heard on high
Help renew our faith
Just like candy to our eyes
Sweet to the taste
Sugar lips
Caroling
Frangiapani operandi land
Sugar lips
Caroling
Frangiapani operandi land
Angels we have heard on high
Help renew our faith
Just like candy to our ears
Sweet to the taste
Sugar lips
Sugar lips
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