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VIII. “GIVE ME THAT ROSE!”
Give me that rose!
It rests, it blows,
Next to your heart, my sweet.
That flower to which such favour has been shown
Amid Song's deathless flowers shall win a throne
From which to watch the baffled years retreat;
Give me that rose!
It rests, it blows,
Next to your heart, my sweet.
That flower to which such favour has been shown
Amid Song's deathless flowers shall win a throne
From which to watch the baffled years retreat;
Give me that rose!
Give me that rose:
Our moment goes;
What now might chance, again may never be!
If I have loved you with a love supreme,
For just one wild mad moment let me dream
(And die within the dream) that you love me!
Give me the rose!
Our moment goes;
What now might chance, again may never be!
If I have loved you with a love supreme,
For just one wild mad moment let me dream
(And die within the dream) that you love me!
Give me the rose!
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