WE loved, my love, and now it seems Our love has brought to birth Friendship, the fairest child of dreams, The rarest gift of earth. Soon die love`s roses fresh and frail, And when their bloom is o`er, Not all our heart-wrung tears avail To give them life once more. But when true love with friendship lives, As now, for thee and me, Love brings the roses--Friendship gives Them immortality.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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