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MuseofMemory — Last Rose
Published: 2008-01-23 03:04:08 +0000 UTC; Views: 227; Favourites: 10; Downloads: 0
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(part of) The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore'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,
To give sigh for sigh.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
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?
