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from 'Tis the Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore — automated transcript, may contain recognition errors.

tis the last rose of summer tis the last rose of summer love blooming alone all her lovely companions are faded and gone no flower of her kindred no rosebud is nigh to reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh i'll not leave thee thou low one to pine on the stem since the lovely are sleeping go sleep thou with them dost kindly i scatter thy leaves o'er the bed where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead 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 this recording is in the public domain

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