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The quotations of
Irish poet, singer and songwriter
1779–1852
2 quotes.
’Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone
When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, O! who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
Thomas Moore1779–1852Thomas Moore1779–1852Thomas Moore1779–1852
