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Throughout the soft and timeless days of August |
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'Til now the shadows begin to grow much longer |
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The sunset's fire has deepened blood red |
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I give you this, the last rose of summer |
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A token of my unyielding love |
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So when the winter's mantle stills the earth |
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And all around seems dead and cold |
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This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living |
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Do not despair, mother nature simply rests |
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In sleep she has well earned |
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'Til one day not so very far from now |
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With the opening of the first rose buds I shall return |
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A token of my unyielding love |
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So that when winter's mettle steals the earth |
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And all around seems dead and cold |
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This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living |
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The last rose of summer |
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The last rose of summer |
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In your long shadows |
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The last rose of summer |
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In the sunset |
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The last rose of summer |
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Take this rose that I give you |
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The last rose of summer |
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The last rose of summer |
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Don't worry about the winter |
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The last rose of summer |
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I shall return |
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The last rose of summer |
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The last rose of summer |
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