The Last Rose of Summer - Nana Mouskouri
Written by：Thomas Moore
'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming all alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred no rose bud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh
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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