'Tis the last rose of summer
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Left blooming all alone
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All her lovely companions
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Are faded and gone
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No flower of her kindred
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No rose bud is nigh
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To reflect back her blushes
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Or give sigh for sigh
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So soon may I follow
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When friendships decay
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And from love's shining circle
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The gems drop away
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When true hearts lie withered
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And fond ones are flown
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Oh! who would inhabit
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This bleak world alone
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The Last Rose Of Summer
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Nina Simone |