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The last rose of summer
by Thomas Moore
'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
夏季最后玫瑰花，为何孤独放光华，
你的可爱姐妹们，早已飘零无处寻。
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.
没有其他香花蕾，衬托你的娇羞色，
夏日曲曲微风里，陪你一同来叹息。
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
我不愿让你孤单单，死在你的花枝上，
姐妹花儿已死亡，请你睡到她身旁。
