Dolly and Hawkeye

She'll be 32 in july
 And she's only known one man
 A blue-eyed talker name of Hawkeye
 And sometimes, he sold pots and pans
 He came to her house late, one summer
 When she was ripe and 22
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 He stayed a while with her that summer
 And, if he left we never knew
 And he called her Dolly (called her Dolly)
 And he called her Dolly
 And he called her Dolly
 She hasn't spoken since that summer
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 Her hair has changed to silver grey
 
 Her eyes turned yellow like the roses
 She weeds and waters everyday
 And people come to buy the roses
 But, sell them one she will not do
 She sits there in her six foot garden
 And counts the roses two by two
 And he called her Dolly (called her Dolly)
 And he called her Dolly
 And he called, her Dolly
 Last year, a man came by to see her
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 He said he was Hawkeye's best friend
 He wondered, had she seen old Hawkeye
 Her yellows eyes smiled up at him
 She turned and walked down to her garden
 And picked two roses of her choice
 And when she gave them to the stranger
 He thought he heard old Hawkeye's voice
 And he called her Dolly (called her Dolly)
 And he called her Dolly
 And he called, her Dolly