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The Song Book
CVII
WHEN THE ROSEBUD OF SUMMER |
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When of hope the last spark which my smile lov'd to cherish In my bosom shall die, and its splendour be o'er,
And the pulse of that heart which adores you shall perish, O ! then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more.
Words by Fitzsimons. Tune by Sir John Stevenson. |
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