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XXV
[This is the moon of roses]
This is the moon of roses,
The lovely and flowerful time;
And, as white roses climb the wall,
Your dreams about me climb.
The lovely and flowerful time;
And, as white roses climb the wall,
Your dreams about me climb.
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This is the moon of roses,
Glad and golden and blue;
And, as red roses drink of the sun,
My dreams they drink of you.
Glad and golden and blue;
And, as red roses drink of the sun,
My dreams they drink of you.
This is the moon of roses!
The cherishing South-West blows
And life, dear heart, for me and you,
O, life 's a rejoicing rose.
The cherishing South-West blows
And life, dear heart, for me and you,
O, life 's a rejoicing rose.
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