The Rose

The sweet notes
Of the memory calling you
Made his excuses first
His pleading notes
His lover’s thirst
And through the crowd and silence spread as he
Descanted on love’s scope and mystery

But not at you she has faded in a day
Hey
But not at you she has faded in a day
The secrets of all love are known to me

Throughout the darkest night
My song resounds
When love speaks in my soul
My voice replies
The plaintive wailing

But not at you she has faded in a day
Hey
My love is for the rose
I bow to her, I bow to her
The rose has faded, faded
The rose, the rose has faded
Faded

But not at you she has faded in a day
Had faded, faded
But not at you she has faded in a day

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