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Thomas Moore - `Tis The Last Rose of SummerThomas Moore - `Tis The Last Rose of Summer
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`TIS 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! 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 o`er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from Love`s 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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