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A rewrite of red red rose
Fair art thou my bonnie lass
So deep in love am I
I will love thee still my dear
When winter winds have died
When winter winds have died my dear
Spring flowers begin to grow
I will love thee still my dear
Light kisses will I bestow
Light kisses will I bestow my dear
With a flair of passion too
I will love thee still my dear
For in my heart is you.
For in my heart is you my dear
Where memories linger long
And I will love you there my dear
Till someday comes along.
Do you read William Blake of
Do you read William Blake of the same period?