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[D]'Tis the last[G] rose of[D] summer, left blooming all [A]alo[D]ne
All[D] her love[G]ly com[D]panions are faded[A]
and [D]gone.
No[G] flower of her[D] kindred, no[Bm] rose bud is nigh
To re[D]flect[G] back her[D] blushes and give[A]
sigh for [D]sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep
thou with them
'Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
So
soon may I follow, when friendships decay
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie wither'd
and fond ones are flown
Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone!
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