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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Heathrose
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ONCE a boy a Rosebud spied,

Heathrose fair and tender,
All array`d in youthful pride,—
Quickly to the spot he hied,

Ravished by her splendour.
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,

Heathrose fair and tender!

Said the boy, "I`ll now pick thee,

Heathrose fair and tender!"
Said the rosebud, "I`ll prick thee,
So that thou`lt remember me,

Ne`er will I surrender!"
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,

Heathrose fair and tender!

Now the cruel boy must pick

Heathrose fair and tender;
Rosebud did her best to prick,—
Vain `twas `gainst her fate to kick—

She must needs surrender.
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,

Heathrose fair and tender!
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