'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone
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All her lovely companions are faded and gone.
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No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh
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To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.
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I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! to pine on the stem
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Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them
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'Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed
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Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
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So soon may I follow, when friendships decay
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And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
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When true hearts lie wither'd and fond ones are flown
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Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone!
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The Last Rose Of Summer
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| Nana Mouskouri |
