| The Last Rose Of Summer |
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| 'Tis the last rose of summer |
| Left blooming all alone |
| All her lovely companions |
| Aare faded and gone |
| No flower of her kindred |
| No rose bud is nigh |
| To reflect back her blushes |
| Or give sigh for sigh |
| So soon may I follow |
| When friendships decay |
| And 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 |
