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[June has once more brought the rose]
June has once more brought the rose,
Fair beyond all praise
I was bold to speak in those
Richer bygone days.
Fair beyond all praise
I was bold to speak in those
Richer bygone days.
On the rose I gaze my fill,—
Gaze, and let her be,
Lest though I adore her still,
She no more know me.
Gaze, and let her be,
Lest though I adore her still,
She no more know me.
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