A rose for you, my love For a smile granted on a summer day A rose for you, my love For a dance we had while minstrels played A rose for you, my love For the memory of your hand in mine And sweet the words we spoke Alone beneath the pale moon’s shine The rose, alas, my love It is fragile as winter sunlight Beware the cold wind’s call Whose deathly frost will chill and blight A rose for you, my love Though the rose is wilted And the world grows cold For you are gone.
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