The Last Rose of Summer is a very beautiful Irish song. I heard it first time when I was a teenage many years ago. I've loved it since then. Since you are a such well-known flower-admirer (花痴) in the village, I think this great song is very appropriate for your birthday. Please allow me to take this opportunity to dedicate this special song along with other love songs to you, a very special young lady I know from WXC. Happy Birthday, Due! Happy Each Single Day! It's been a privilege to know you.
Oh, another thing. I heard girls over 28 like to use hexadecimal to count their age, Well, Happy Hex-Day then! ~
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The Last Rose of Summer 'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming all alone, All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred, No rose bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them; 'Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow When friendships decay, And from love's shining circle The gems drop away! When true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone? |