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No More Roses.
No more roses! He that's gone
Was a star to look upon;
And come weal or woe, yet one
He'll so be to Dora!
Was a star to look upon;
And come weal or woe, yet one
He'll so be to Dora!
Many women say of men,
Barely one is true in ten—
Who will he remember when
He's away from Dora?
Barely one is true in ten—
Who will he remember when
He's away from Dora?
When with blooms he wreathed my brow,
Made he not a certain vow?
Will he think upon it, now
He's afar from Dora?
Made he not a certain vow?
Will he think upon it, now
He's afar from Dora?
Fairer forms he'll see than mine;
Eyes as black and yet more fine—
Will they not his heart incline
To forget his Dora?
Eyes as black and yet more fine—
Will they not his heart incline
To forget his Dora?
What to think, I do not know;
Yet I love and love him so,
In my hair no rose shall glow
Unplucked by him for Dora!
Yet I love and love him so,
In my hair no rose shall glow
Unplucked by him for Dora!
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