It is the time when roses die,
They die in gardens, and in me
They were so full of life and glee,
And now they droop with a faint sigh.
Through everything cold shivers fly.
Despondency's in all we see.
It is the time when roses die
They die in gardens, and in me.
Beneath the dismal twilight sky
There eddies many a faint sigh;
And towards the long night to be
They gently bend their heads so shy
It is the time when roses die.
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