<!-- Page Code:Q2VsdGljiFdvbWFuiC0gVGhliExhc3QgUm9zZSBvZiBTdW1tZXig --> '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 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
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