时间：1963-05-02
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The Last Rose of Summer - Joan Sutherland/London Symphony Orchestra/Richard Bonynge
'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes
And give sigh for sigh
I'll not leave thee thou lone one
To pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping
Go sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead
