Aug 11, 2011 08:17
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.
(The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore)
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