Poem: A Red,Red Rose by Robert Burns
O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my lovely lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas go dry.
Till all the seas go dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun.
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fair thee well, my only love,
And fair thee well a while!
And I will see thee again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
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