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The Rose of the Roses.
O the rose, of the roses the glory,
He placed in my bosom; and O!
The heart-thrilling story, the story
He pour'd in my ear long ago.
He placed in my bosom; and O!
The heart-thrilling story, the story
He pour'd in my ear long ago.
Tho' yet by the dark feeling haunted,
They were but a lure to a net
To ruin the heart they enchanted,
Their magic I'll never forget!
They were but a lure to a net
To ruin the heart they enchanted,
Their magic I'll never forget!
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