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THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER
THOMAS MOORE

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'Tis the last rose of   summer, 
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left- bloom-ing all a-lone.
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All her lovely com - pan-ions, 
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are - fa - - ded 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 re-flect back her - blushes, 
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and- give- - sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them
'Thus 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 wither'd and fond ones are flown
Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone!