A different type of roses

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November the twenty-third, at four thirty in the afternoon.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There’s gotta be a little rain sometimes.
When you take, you gotta give, so live and let live,
Or let go.
I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden
*Written by Joe South*

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