  Know you whence the roses came? Roses are the queen of flowers; Rose is my beloved’s name. All my heart was set aflame As we walked through Cupid’s bowers; Know you whence the roses came? Is it sweetness—is it shame— When the sunshine’s spoiled by showers? Rose is my beloved’s name. Duty sits a stern old dame On a throne of ruined towers; Know you whence the roses came? Youth must live and who shall blame If with love it pass the hours? Rose is my beloved’s name. Life and love is all a game, Shine and shadow—gleams and glowers— Know you whence the roses came? Rose is my beloved’s name. |
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