α α βTis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone ;
No flower of her kindred,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh . . .
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α α βTis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone ;
No flower of her kindred,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh . . .
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