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The last rose of summer

by Tom Waits


I love the way
The tattered clouds
Go wind across the sky

As summer goes
And leave me
With a tear in my eye

I´m taking out my winter clothes
My garden knows what´s wrong
The petals of my favorite rose
Be in the shadows dark and long

Through every year
It´s very clear
I should be used
To carrying on
But I can´t be found
IN the garden
Singing this song

When the last
Rose of summer is gone





 

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