At twilight
Language: English 
The roses of yesteryear,
Were all of them white and red;
It fills my heart with silent fear,
To find all their beauty fled.

The roses of white are sere,
All faded the roses red,
And one who loves me is not here,
And one that I love is dead.

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Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani

This text was added to the website: 2009-01-08
Line count: 8
Word count: 50