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ROSE leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for beloved's bed ;
And so thy thoughts,
when thou art gone.
Love itself shall slumber on.
Shelley
ROSE leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for beloved's bed ;
And so thy thoughts,
when thou art gone.
Love itself shall slumber on.
Shelley
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