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The lovely poem, beautifully sung by John McDermott:
Lyrics:
'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes
Or give sigh for sigh!
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?
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4 comments:
Wow. Stunning; just stunning. I was not familiar with this, but it is especially appropriate for me, having just lost my two siblings, leaving me the only one left.
It is a lovely piece, isn't it? I've lost nearly all my family so I can relate. Bless you.
God Save The King
Vivat Rex.
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