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Her beauty cut just like a knife&#13;
He was a banker from Macon&#13;
Swore he'd love her all his life&#13;
&#13;
Bought her a mansion on a mountain&#13;
With a formal garden and a lot a land&#13;
&#13;
But paradise became her prison&#13;
That Georgia banker was a jealous man&#13;
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Every time he'd talk about her,&#13;
You could see the fire in his eyes&#13;
He'd say,&#13;
I would walk through Hell on Sunday,&#13;
To keep my Rose in Paradise&#13;
&#13;
He hired a man to tend the garden,&#13;
Keep an eye on her while he was gone&#13;
Some say they ran away together&#13;
Some say that gardener left alone&#13;
&#13;
Now the banker is an old man&#13;
That mansion's crum-ble-ing down&#13;
He sits all day and stares at the garden&#13;
Not a trace of her was ever found&#13;
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Every time he talks about her&#13;
You can see the fire in his eyes&#13;
He'd say, &quot;I would walk through Hell on Sunday&#13;
To keep my Rose in Paradise&#13;
&#13;
Now there's a rose out in the garden&#13;
Its beauty cuts just like a knife&#13;
They say that it even grows in the winter time&#13;
And blooms in the dead of the night&#13;
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