'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone
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All her lovely companions are faded and gone
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No flower of her kindred, no rosebud 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 withered and fond ones are flown
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Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
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This bleak world alone
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The Last Rose Of Summer
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Celtic Woman |