At Twilight
The roses of yesteryear
Were all of them white and red:
It fills my heart with silent fear
To find all their beauty fled.
The roses of white are sere,
All faded the roses of red;
And one who loves me is noThere,
And one that I love is dead.
Were all of them white and red:
It fills my heart with silent fear
To find all their beauty fled.
The roses of white are sere,
All faded the roses of red;
And one who loves me is noThere,
And one that I love is dead.
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