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Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
Robert Burns
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Janri Gogeshvili (4/23/2008 11:22:00 AM)
Beautifully transformation national promptings … and a rose - the inspiration for symbolical 'nightingale' decorates love … |
Jiang Yunsheng (4/23/2008 4:45:00 AM)
A poet who wrote a poem handed down from generation to generation, such as A RED, RED ROSE, will never die. |
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