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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zachary Wilder
Zachary Wilder
Tenor
Mathilde Vialle
Mathilde Vialle
Performer
Thibaut Roussel
Thibaut Roussel
Performer
Ronan Khalil
Ronan Khalil
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moore, Thomas
Moore, Thomas
Lyrics
Benjamin Britten
Benjamin Britten
Composer

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'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred, no rose-bud 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 love's shining circle, the gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown,
Oh! Who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
Written by: Moore, Thomas

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