'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone; all her lovely comp >>
I would uphold the law if for no other reason but to protect myself. >>
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Keep not your roses for my dead, cold brow the way is lonely, let me f >>
A morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of >>
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'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone; all her lovely companions are faded and gone.