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Tuesday, June 8, 2021

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 a melody 
That’s sweetly played in tune. 

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
So deep in love am I; 
And I will love thee still, my dear, 
Till a’ the seas gang dry. 

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, 
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; 
I will love thee still, my dear, 
While the sands o’ life shall run. 

And fare thee well, my only love! 
And fare thee well awhile! 
And I will come again, my love, 
Though it were ten thousand mile.

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