I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.
Theres Bardus, a six-foot column of fop, A lighthouse without any light atop.
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