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GIVE ME THAT ROSE.
Give me that rose! I see that it has blown
Upon your bosom, give me, for mine own,
That rose to which such favour has been shown,
Give me that rose!
Upon your bosom, give me, for mine own,
That rose to which such favour has been shown,
Give me that rose!
Give me that rose, the eager lover saith,
Give me that rose, made brighter by your breath,
To be to me a sign, a token until death—
Give me that rose!
Give me that rose, made brighter by your breath,
To be to me a sign, a token until death—
Give me that rose!
Give me that rose; you have not given me much;
A finger now and then, a dainty lip to touch,
But never any boon, no tender favour such
As to that rose!
A finger now and then, a dainty lip to touch,
But never any boon, no tender favour such
As to that rose!
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And this she gave him; nothing else beside.
To another she was given, as a blossom, as a bride,
But her lover withered, grew feeble, and he died,
As did the rose!
To another she was given, as a blossom, as a bride,
But her lover withered, grew feeble, and he died,
As did the rose!
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