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Eugene Field - Dead RosesEugene Field - Dead Roses
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He placed a rose in my nut-brown hair--     A deep red rose with a fragrant heart     And said: "We`ll set this day apart,   So sunny, so wondrous fair."   His face was full of a happy light,     His voice was tender and low and sweet,     The daisies and the violets grew at our feet--   Alas, for the coming of night!   The rose is black and withered and dead!     `Tis hid in a tiny box away;     The nut-brown hair is turning to gray,   And the light of the day is fled!   The light of the beautiful day is fled,     Hush`d is the voice so sweet and low--     And I--ah, me! I loved him so--   And the daisies grow over his head!
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