  She’ll always be Sweet like the breath you give In trying to console me. I hope you’re not leaving, ’Twould break my heart to think, I love you better than all the rest, For your petals are all over pink. Cheer up! little rose, With your petals looking mad, My sweet heart is dying, That’s why I’m looking sad. Oh! there is your companions And they are blooming all gay, But I wonder if you know My love is to pass away, But forever in my memory. |
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