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DEAD LOVE.
Lay white roses on Love's bier;
Kneel there now and weep—
He was fair once, and how dear,—
He who lies asleep.
Kneel there now and weep—
He was fair once, and how dear,—
He who lies asleep.
Yes, he sleeps a sleep so long
That it shall not break—
Like a white rose, leave this song
By him, for Love's sake.
That it shall not break—
Like a white rose, leave this song
By him, for Love's sake.
In the glorious summer-time,
In the rose-red June,
As the sun began to climb
To the ardent noon,
In the rose-red June,
As the sun began to climb
To the ardent noon,
Love went singing to the light,
Splendid in his pride;
Wounded came he home at night:
Of that wound he died.
Splendid in his pride;
Wounded came he home at night:
Of that wound he died.
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