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A million of scarlet roses. There lived an artist alone who sold his paintings and home and left his palettes behind for this one purpose alone the famous actress he loved only red flowers preferred so for his money he bought one million roses for her Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could turn everything in the square down below blooming red Those in love, those in love, those in love she would learn Gladly leave things behind for a glance instead Early next day, she did rise Hardly believing her eyes One million roses below under the blue morning sky She thought the gift must have come from some unknown noble tycoon Leaving the artist alone standing there all afternoon Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could turn everything in the square down below blooming red Those in love, those in love, those in love she would learn Gladly leave things behind for a glance instead Only a minute she spared for his enormous b
