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[We loved, my love, and now it seems]
We loved, my love, and now it seems
Our love has brought to birth
Friendship, the fairest child of dreams,
The rarest gift of earth.
Our love has brought to birth
Friendship, the fairest child of dreams,
The rarest gift of earth.
Soon die love's roses fresh and frail;
And when their bloom is o'er,
Not all our heart-wrung tears avail
To give them life once more.
And when their bloom is o'er,
Not all our heart-wrung tears avail
To give them life once more.
But when true love with friendship lives,
As now, for thee and me,
Love brings the roses—Friendship gives
Them immortality.
As now, for thee and me,
Love brings the roses—Friendship gives
Them immortality.
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