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ROSES OF JUNE.
And her southern birds will wait her coming in vain,
Their starry eyes impatiently pierce the palm-trees' shade,
And her roses droop in their bowers, alone they'll wither and fade.
Roses of June you are gone, but we know you will blossom again.
Their starry eyes impatiently pierce the palm-trees' shade,
And her roses droop in their bowers, alone they'll wither and fade.
Roses of June you are gone, but we know you will blossom again.
