Sweet little Rosie, my softest machine, Bounces with me on my big trampoline. Childish and silly we're part of a team, Me and my Rose on my big trampoline.
I was a shadow, I'd smoke and I'd sleep. 'till you came and I opened like a flower to the heat. And now Rosie she tells me of things that she's seen, With flowers in her hair on my big trampoline.
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