[Poem]
My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
Till all the seas go dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun:
And I will love three stil, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
Till all the seas go dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun:
And I will love three stil, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
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