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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 rose-bud 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 wither`d,   And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit   This bleak world alone?
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