The Rose
Let the waves carry me away
To a dream of you walking through a field
Until I get there wait for me
And together we will yield
Harvests of pretty flowers
Fragrant, big bouquets
Scented springtime nosegays
In my hands I wield
A solitary rose
That didn't come from here
It rested on my music stand
I put it there last year
It dried and lost some color
Its perfume is no more
But beautiful yet still it is
I kept it in my drawer
Until today, I took it out
And now does reappear
A token of affection
From me to you my dear
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