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You have forgot: it once was red / With life, this rose, to which you said, -- / When, there in happy days gone by, / You plucked it, on my breast to lie, -- / "Sleep there, O rose! how sweet a bed / Is thine! -- And, heart, be comforted; / For, though we part and roses shed / Their leaves and fade, love cannot die. -- " / You have forgot.
So by those words of yours I'm led / To send it you this day you wed. / Look well upon it. You, as I, / Should ask it now, without a sigh, / If love can lie as it lies dead. -- / You have forgot.