The Last Rose of Summer in Kerkrade
I cannot seem to hold back the tears...an Irish poem written in 1805....Played by Andre Rieu on a genuine Stradivarius violin made in the year 1667: 'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.
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