A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

da ROSEBUD – Arts, Critique, Journalism — 20 settembre 2015 alle 0:19

Red Roses – © Rina Brundu

O my Luve is like a red, red rose

   That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody    That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,    So deep in luve am I; And I will luve 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. Continua »

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