The Rose of Memory

Soon, soon again you’ll see the world
Reflected in those long-lost eyes!—
There where dead children play again

In the gardens of paradise.

There where young lovers, two by two,
Walk by the waters of lost song,

You’ll pluck the pristine rose again—

The rose of memory all night long.

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