Last Rose of Summer, The
'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flow'r of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee thou lone one
To pine on the stem,
Since the lovely are sleeping
Go sleep thou with them;
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow
When friendships decay,
And from loves' shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
If they Move, Kill 'em
pink and yellow lights litter up the countryside it's like fifteen million fireflies have eaten my eyes they call it paranoia but would you agree the gunpowder scent that salts the air is a little bit frightening i can't believe what i'm hearing can you believe what you're seeing can you believe you're seeing bombs dropping from the sky to fall asleep to their lullablies these shelters act as coffins here the metal untact the metal attack. i can't believe what i'm hearing do you believe what you're seeing do you believe you're seeing bombs are you listening why aren't you listening to those th