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(The Last Rose of Summer)
This the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
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I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them;
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves over the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
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Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves over the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
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So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from lovers shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone.
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