(Rod McKuen)
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Jean, Jean, roses are red
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All the leaves have gone green
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And the clouds are so low
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You can touch them, and so
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Come out to the meadow, Jean
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Jean, Jean, you're young and alive
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Come out of your half-dreamed dream
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And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
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Open your arms, bonnie Jean
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Till the sheep in the valley come home my way
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Till the stars fall around me and find me alone
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When the sun comes a-singin' I'll still be waitin'
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For Jean, Jean, roses are red
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And all of the leaves have gone green
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While the hills are ablaze with the moon's yellow haze
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Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
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(Jean, Jean)
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Jean, you're young and alive!!
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Come out of your half-dreamed dream
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And run, if you will to the top of the hill
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Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
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Jean
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La-la-la-la [etc.]
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Jean
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Oliver |