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If I were a bee and you were a rose,

Would you let me in when the gray wind blows?

Would you hold your petals wide apart,

Would you let me in to find your heart,

If you were a rose?

"If I were a rose and you were a bee,

You should never go when you came to me,

I should hold my love on my heart at last,

I should close my leaves and keep you fast,

If you were a bee."